Cursin' U Out

God’s gift to the world Casanova Wanna-be as With your playa-listic mentality U make me third world country sick and ashamed that I ever crossed your path Do me a favor And go take a nice hot bath Soak off some of that ego That got you running round here Acting a damn fool Let some of that “she wish she had me” Mentality down the drain and out the gutter that you derived from U aint shid but a bum as tick infested with the gluttony of being stuck on yourself Make of it what you wish Check this When you realize how many of these groupie-as broads aint nothing But groupie-as Gold-diggin Want to do nothing but keep you in the ditch you been already crawling in for so long broads Maybe then you’ll know that your greatest ancestry father did not die pickin’ cotton With lashes on his back “Yes massah” on his lips Gospel hymns in his every thought and nothing but love in his heart for you to Play these huchie mama Aint got the rent money But wearing Versace Stripping by night Hoin’ by day caught up in the What a man wants mind frame flippin tricks for Mary Jane And still walk alone tainted and ashamed Still stuck in a rut All to let some gigolo as nigga get a nut Don’t you understand the color of your own skin? Why you think black aint in the rainbow? Cause its too damn beautiful You better recognize it and stop Trying to analyze what puscy you get the most juice to coat your jerry curled pubic roots Cause I’m a let you know Aint no puscy better than being a real man and I’m gon be cursin’ you out until the lesson I just taught is easy for you to understand