"No...you hear me! You go to hell"



Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth

The first time I went to stick it up the %#@! hurt
Mom wouldn't take me, the (*##$ still hates me
One day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!"

I'm proud to announce i was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was on-going

She called law enforcement when I broke the law mower
The !@#% gave me a truck when I turned sixteen
I went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!"

Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince
And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then
I decided to cut class to rap full time

And get the $#&@ outta this fake %#@! school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this $#&@in attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image

Break %#@!!



"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"



Yo, y'all rappers have never learned
That's why I'm $#&@in wit y'all
Run around telling ^!$$%s they can $#&@ wit Parl

I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in a headlock, choke your mom
Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven

Walk around ripping on ^!$$%s madder than James Evans
My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like Kool Keith

$#&@ like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I don't wanna have to $#&@ you up, so cool cease
Parl Yams be the chosen thug

What I spit be cold juice like a frozen hug
Run the streets while you're stuck at home
My temper like Bushwick Bill, (*##$ leave me the $#&@ alone

I've been jealous since ^!$$%s was windmillin'
These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
Your moms just told me to act, I've been wheelin'

So boy just slow your deck, i've been stealin'
I wet rappers cause it's me and Em
I guess I just ain't give a $#&@ like Eminem

Burglarize take busts with the slugs
Come in your window like (? ? ?) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach them ^!$$%z what to suck

And my young lords, when to stand up and light the Dutch



"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"



I came to my last show with a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk with the $$#hole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don't give a $#&@, you better understand that

Two Zantacs, I don't give a $#&@ where SoundScan at
Billboard, drugs is what I kill for
I'm Happy Gilmore, just slip me anything in pill form

I may mingle but I plan to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 Thursday; six more birthdays

and I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirty
As long as my heart beats I'ma keep tryin to see
How much speed I can eat before I fall the $#&@ asleep

So "I'm the Rapper, He's the DJ"
I'm the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin "F/U/C/K"
So Jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "No!")

The rest of y'all can kiss my $$# 'til your lips stick to my pants



"No...you hear me! You go to hell!