Who would have thought somebody would try to censor little ole me
telling me theres another way to say pussy.......
Some little pussy told me not to use the word
it seems I'm a wanna be, I'm to absurd
So who's the pussy?
Me or him?
Who is with the ladies when the lights dim?
People say I strike an overbearing fear
but it's only people talking who easily shed tears
All these critics, and LOOKIE LOOKIE,
I'm still here
They say I'm woman bashing and hating queers
only because my lyrics are truth, ghetto sincere
causing a riot of "peace" writers
just because I use my pen, to show I'm a fighter
Who would have known?
I would have caused this much drama
Who would have thought?
I'd have such bad karma
Staring in the mirror wondering whats next
Wondering if people will laugh or cry
at the shit I say in my next text
Well I'm living this fucking shit up
Hoping the haters never shut up
Cause my pens ink will never run dry
even after I'm gone, people will write my way
speaking the truth, about why solemn had to die
What is said next is only the truth........
Now that shits out
Who's the next fool high in the clouds?
Saying they wanna question the kid
questioning what i've wrote and did
I'm gonna tell you the truth
you gonna be lost like ruth
in boston, my empire is from N.O to Austin
If you don't like the ghetto or ray rhyme
and talking of living the live and sad crime
you need to read somebodys else stuff
cause I'm blunt and my words are rough
I aint here to write to somebody elses likes
I'm gonna do what I want, like Wanda Sykes
So if you dont like it, it aint nothing personal
Again I'm only gonna speak whats true
So don't read nothing else,
and take this with you
Have a nice day and FUCK YOU