Ill Bill - My Uncle lyrics

My Uncle shoots h**n, my father used to do c**aine, my mom's used to smoke weed with her friends when i was 8, smoke weed when i was 12, sold weed at 14, bummen for piece's like, f**en for virginity, concious rap is bullsh**, gangster rap is a fraud, this is real rap, bang your f**in' head through the wall, this is drug music, stuck with a seringe in ya arm, im the truth like the name'a this song yo, my uncle shoot's h**n, bathroom floor found a seringe, when i was on the howie tour, howie went out on a binge, this snake b**h i was f**in' even took him to cop, a month later he was on the floor lookin' for rock, mr f*ggot czech republic, walked in the path, of howie lyin' in his own puke, die'en from crack, c**aine poisoning, he shot the h**n since 14, february 2003 he was clean, i helped him out he kicked crack, dope an meth, hosted show's, free clothes, bubble bath's, autograph's, t-shirt's, soon im'a make a howie action figure, before his latest relapse, im glad i captured picture's, i love howie, homie used to change my diaper's, to save him i'd a jumped in front of spray from sniper's, but this is just something that he's gotta do on his own, i try to get through to him with this song yo' my uncle shoots h**n, my father used to do c**aine, my mom's used to smoke weed with her friends when i was 8, smoke weed when i was 12, sold weed at 14, bummen for piece's like, f**en for virginity, concious rap is bullsh**, gangster rap is a fraud, this is real rap, bang your f**in' head through the wall, this is drug music, stuck with a seringe in ya arm, im the truth like the name'a this song yo, my uncle shoot's h**n, he used to live at my crib, sleep on my couch, smoken' newport, wore hunchs, gave me comic books, bought me my 1st ba** guitar, learnt from my grandma how to tell you the future with cards, watch the sci-fi channel, high off'a methadone, more addictive than anything injected in the arm, DT's 5 in the mornin, waken my mom's, got a search warrent, for howie but tellen them he was gone, roamin' the streets, he was a super hero to me, when i was 5 i used to pick the seed's out of his weed, nodded out burnin cigarette hole's in his sheet's, wake up an eat a box of captain crunch an go back to sleep, he was a crackhead to, he might still be, a walkin' relapse, that motherf**er's still on the street, you tell him right, he goes left, show him right, he does wrong, i hope i get through to him with this song yo, My Uncle shoots h**n, my father used to do c**aine, my mom's used to smoke weed with her freinds when i was 8, smoke weed when i was 12, sold weed at 14, bummen for piece's like, f**en for virginity, concious rap is bullsh**, gangster rap is a fraud, this is real rap, bang your f**in' head through the wall, this is drug music, stuck with a seringe in ya arm, im the truth like the name'a this song yo, my uncle shoot's...