There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar
And have it overflowing
So don't get me going don't dare start
You'll never see me again Amelia Earhart
I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up
Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck
Tightly-wound as f*ck
Till the Fire Marshalls come shut
Fire Marshall down and up
I suggest you better shut the f*ck up
And stop f*cking around and duck!
I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood
So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant
Like calling a b*tch a ho or asking a gal to suck
And blow on your di*k c*ck. Is she up to screwing? Down to f*ck?
It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut
With a thousand sl*ts strapped and muzzled
Running through a house of mutts
In other words, I'm shutting every one of you b*tches' mouths up
And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f*cking butt!
And ain't sh*t changed, my sh*t still don't stink, player
My farts may have gotten staler ever since
I became a trailer park celebrity
Maybe my complexion became a little paler
Poster child for white trash
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah
See me I'm all up on your b*tch means I'mma rape her
All I got for these hoes is di*k, duct tape and a stapler
So b*tch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up
I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press
But homie, I get the paper!
That was f*ckin' stupid...