America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Lyrics
i tried many ways, she cried many days
i dont give a shit, she dont give a shit
thats just how it is, i'll get a new bitch
but damn im all trapped cuz i got a new kid
thats my life, god damn, how ironic
i know i said it way back when i wrote my sonnet
she askin me questions everyday, no comment
i did a couple things, but you know sho's honest
i wished for many things but i made no promise
she promised many things, but she made no progress
she wants a wedding ring, but i want no hostage
its just a petty thing, its just about dollaz
she thought she had me all wrapped up like a sausage
but i got a million fuckin wins, no losses
sit back, think back, bout the time you wasted
i really hope its time you savored
i used to call her jam, now i call her m'am
you can call me sho, she used to say i was her man
now you understand im not like any other man
i cant be pulled back n forth like a rubberband
i tried all i could, but she's just a piece of wood
a stain on the wall, i wanna smack her where she stood
slam a bag of charcoal in her fuckin grill
tell me how it feels bitch, tell me how it feel
have a side of nut juice wit ya happy meal
i got some for ya friends, please tell em wut tha deal
i will splack that, like a hit across the field
call me barry bonds, but this hitter carries arms
she tells me stupid shit and i try to answer calm
but this chick is so dumb i wanna slap her moms
im sick of all the sob stories...the same o lame o
this, that, blah blah, blah, its not for me
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