[Intro]
From the curbs of Walnut
We got a f**ing story
About a suburban kid who didn't give a f**
Nor did he give a sh** about any motherf**er's opinion
So here the f** we go, b**h
This one's for DJ Code Money, and Schoolly D
Inventors of gangsta-rap
[Cal Ryan]
A kid name Caleb stepped into a cla**room
Feeling a bit cold, a bit gloom
He wasn't in the mood for a f** about sh**
So he let his business chill and sit
And out the f**ing blues
This motherf**er just came through
But this motherf**er's day wasn't so bright
He was looking for some trouble, and a fight
And decided to f** with the wrong dude
This wrong dude was Caleb
The baddest motherf**er with a testicle
You f**ed with him, he wasn't merciful
So the big wannabe-bad motherf**er gave him a look
Caleb said, hey motherf**er, you looking dirty as a crook
The big bad motherf**er got mad and started to swing
Caleb was armed as well, and decided to sling
They fought all period long, and until the very next day
By the end of the fight, Caleb look like he went a long way
All the pretty b**hes said, are you okay?
Caleb said, I'm good, could use a little champagne
Because I k**ed like an animal, and won like a man
Fought until I was sore from my neck, to my hands
But if he lives, he better know one thing about sh**
A b**h is a b**h