The Game - Yonkers Freestyle lyrics

I'm your motherf**ing father, f*ggots Plus I'm your motherf**ing f*ggot father Plus I'm a f**ing f*ggot that f**s you and laughs it off till I'm f**ing your asthma problem And that's some drastic motherf**er karma so pop an acid tab Cause that's exactly what's up with you f**ing f*ggots, you punk To your f**ing statements covered by these f**ing magazines All perked in our basements, til c*nts just think that nothing matters And you're wasted and smack the f** out Rihanna Guess that's what you get for your s*ut persona That's what the world wants, a girl c*nt that talks about how much she wants to [moans] I'm about to blow my motherf**ing brains out Because it's cool, cause it's true, plus I want someone to f**ing listen And this is pretty much the only way you'll pay attention Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think about it? Why just knock it off your rocker, f**in' drink and shout at What's wrong with the world so you can learn some sh** you think is outlet Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris' music Keep pumpin' your f**in' fist to this bullsh** Piss on the flag that has nurtured you Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb sh** Loose on the run from the f**in' law that shoot your guns at Cause you're the f**in' gangster you claim to be aren't you? Too f**in' dangerous and harmful for just one statement or lawsuit This money and label's painted across you But that's not gonna make us remorseful