The Game - Yonkers Freestyle Base lyrics

I'm a motherf**ing father of f*ggots Plus I'm a motherf**ing bag it father Plus I'm a f**ing f*ggot that f**s your maths off till I'm f**ing your asthma proper And that's a drastic motherf**er karma so pop an acid tap Cause that's exactly let's hope that you f**ing f*ggot, you punk To the f**ing state on this cover by these f**ing magazines All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that nothing matters And you're wasted and smack the f** out Rihanna Guess that's what you get for your slap persona That's what the world wants, a girl cut the 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 rock and f**in' drink and shout out 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 planned to be aren't you? It's f**in' dangerous and harmful for just one statement of lawsuite This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet But that's not gonna make us remorse