Ma said "Wake up son, good morning"

I rolled outta bed, greeted mama with a yawn then

Paused to scratch an 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 payed my thoughts no attention

Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me

But mama 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

Making my eyes ache, stalking her MySpace

Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say, that I fucking 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 fucking life, rushing through my body

But you got a guy, it's not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy

Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador

You light me up like lamps a chance is all I'm really asking for

Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more

Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four

Not like a family of four, just like... fuck it

You'll never listen to this shit anyways, fuck you, bitch

She said "You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador"

But I'm attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple stores

The basement light is darkened and the switchblade is sharpened

Her name on my arm and her face on a two percent carton

See her face while you're fixing 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