Intro

Hey, what's up? This is a true story, about a girl I know
Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, this is... there's been no fabrications
This is all true, exactly the way I saw it. Listen up

Chorus

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho
There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No
Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August your man is leavin. Bitch

Verse

Come on girl you do the math. He's already takin care of your three other kids
Without a question asked and now your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called condoms?
How come none of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids grow up yours are gonna rob 'em
And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip down the stairs or a baseball bat to the belly would please me
Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and CRACK THAT ASS!
Now, I know it sounds harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts
Illegitimate illiterate little bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster

Verse