Verse 1: I got popped. I mean maybe I deserved it, I was just actin retarded and sh*t, head about to serve it and I got these n*ggas on my case bout flunkin and sh*t but to be honest imma careless ass b*tch. I hate this pus*y who also a snitch, and this pus*y n*gga need to eat a di*k. All these ladies trippin, when that b*tch was flippin, she was on the floor and twitchin like a f*ckin chicken. Dad won't even talk to me, mom on my case every week, and this dumb b*tch won't leave me alone, she's weak. This b*tch is blowin up my phone. Tell this b*tch I'm not home
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Verse 2: DUMB BLONDE b*tch! You is a snitch, a n*gga like you, throw em in a ditch. I'm sorry that I laughed at your friend but this is the third time this sh*t happened again. You know when you in a panic, and you don't know what to do. b*tch you don't know who the f*ck you talkin to. But really, I'm sorry, I really really am. I know what it's like for you to be scared man. I use to always wake the f*ck up around two am. Just wonderin when this sh*t gon come around again. And I feel you, and yo pain too. So f*ck Joana, she don't whats happened to me and you. So forgive me, i'm not a bad guy but this b*tch ganged up on me and sh*t sh*t ain't gon fly. But I see it from yo point of view. And just know that sh*t has happened to me to. (And it still does.)
Outro: *Talking scene in the beginning of video hail mary by 2Pac*