Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ma said, "Wake up son, good mornin'" I rolled out of bed, greeted momma with a yawn, then Paused to scratch and itch, and went down to the kitchen Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson Just as I was about to dig in A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit I paid my thoughts no attention 'Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me But momma wasn't havin' it So, I grabbed my bag and split out the door, and saw the whore that I'd rather kick It seems kinda brash, but it's the hash, I mean the harsh, truth She runs shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe She's gorgeous, when niggas see it, jaws hit the floor, so When she left, it didn't break my heart, it broke my torso Makin' my eyes ache, stalkin' your MySpace Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say That I fuckin' hate you, but Maybe if you looked in this direction I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest, then Feel the fuckin' life rushin' through my body But you got a guy that's not me, so my wrist is lookin' sloppy Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador You light me up like lamps, a chance is all I'm really askin' for Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four [Interlude] Not like a family of four, just like... Fuck it You'll never listen to this shit anyways Fuck you Bitch Ugh [Verse 2] She said "You rushin', you rabid son of a labrador" But I'm attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple Stores The basement light is darkened, the switchblade is sharpened Her name on my arm and her face on a two-percent carton See her face while you're fixin' your breakfast And know she's in my basement, objecting to sex with Me, murder spree surges on with the next bitch Tombstones read "RIP" 'cause it's pieces they rest in