Ghetto Man

Ghetto Man
Oh shit here it goes.
'bout to fake you out.
loc'd out, plus smoked out.
i'ma fuckin' faggot with no life.
i can't rap so i beat my wife.
and it's real.
that's 'cause i've got no talent.
so i have to fake you out with another ballet.
like i'm real, fool. southside crip.
all them white peeps beat me witha-whip.
'cause i'm gay.
i love the company of men.
i roll around in a rip-off benz.
so bitch, shut it.
get off my shit.
if you don't like it, suck my dick.
I'm real. freal.
just don't f***. (fuck.)
'cause i'm real. x 4
So they kickin' it on my block,
and i wish i could slang rock.
but them real niggaz like lynch
all uh-pin' my shit.
'cause i'm fake
for gods' sake.
gimmie a rake.
maybe i can make an honest livin'
working for a little shake.
talkin' fake.
so kill me.
and all you people out there
mill me.
gimmie a mill so i can be tyte
tyte like that nigga drowzy-right?
so i'ma kick like the little fag i am
like sam-i-am
luda can suck my nut.
'cause i'ma queer
takin' it up my rear
it's that loc chingy
tryin' to kick it with a 40
but i'm bor-heeng.
waitin' for some made-blingy.