him muthafucker you fucked his mother the God Damn common courtesy never applied to you cause you thought she lied to you you couldnt see your own mother
now I take you for a walk in the ghetto Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit I
high I hope your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dash Or your mother die, and your sister is a topless dancer No answer, glaucoma, and your pops got cancer
, my MP state workin', shootin' arm stay jerkin' My Nextel stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin' Its like we catchin' cancer on purpose
all the things you want to hear 'Cuz I hate you 'cuz I hate you 'cuz I hate you 'cuz I hate you I heard your sick sucked on that cancer stick A throbbing
close to rock bottom Tryin' to look for answers but nobody's got 'em Like the time my mother looked me in the eye Tryin' not to cry, tellin' me the cancer
's so strong But she still sleeps with the light on And she acts like it's all right on As she smiles again And her mother lies there sick with cancer
You're not supposed to say The word cancer in a song And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer Can rub 'em wrong It ain't hip to sing about tractors, trucks
mothers Starving daughters Worried lovers I swear to you, I'll never eat again Self-fulfilling prophecy You never fail to comfort me In this town filled with Violent mothers
to help me shut out Scenes of this dying world And every time I tried to hide The churning of my guts inside Everybody failed to heed the warning Mother, mother
we are the cause - we are the cure Across each continent and nation spread without discrimination, we refuse our medication - yet inject the virus pure. Father, mother
My crimson covered hands - clutch heart strings newly broken moths breed in my entrails - hate washes through my fucking veins friendship turns to disease
only Clonie Me and you, hustlin' through Holdin' on through thick and thin Just day by day our DNA 'Cause the Olsen twins got nothin' on us We'll survive Side by side Mother
same Credo, credo, credo, credo An assegai slick with sweat and blood A shotgun barks at a rabid dog A shallow grave hugs a highway Beneath a bleaching sun When cancer
whatever painted part taught deeply enclosed in mother earth life born addict breathe angel whatever paint it up so closer to farther apart meat seeking
of a world that doesn't care I'm a starving third world mother A refugee without a home I'm a house wife hooked on Valium I'm a pensioner alone I'm a cancer
Brother Still A Baby N My Uncle Kinda Raised Me Yaw Pray For His Wife 'cause Dat Cancer Shit Iz Crazy My Daughters So Smart That It Scares Me Her Mother
