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Beat It My Brother

Guess who is back Re-writing historys slack I keep to myself like the whiteman does to rap Close your eyes and sleep No longer are you the black sheep Smile nice and wide like you won the California Lottery For only then you will see You had more friends than you need As they pop a smile at you like chapagne bottles on new years eve As you will now foot the bill For your "new" friends now kill To get to the prize like the clown from Oprah...oh yeah, Dr. Phil That no talent junkie Leaching off of Oprahs Emmy Its safe to say that your nipple better be coated with honey As they suck and leach off you true Like the nazis did to the Jew Except the end will only come when you stand tall and say f%ck you Where were you when I was in the gutter I called your name but you did shudder So kiss my checkbook now my brother When you want me to cut slack To get your hopeless line of crack Call Bobby and help him get Whitney back And pay it forward like the white kid did to black Only now you will see the light fade As the world turns its back on your grade As you cover your murder so slick, did you help OJ? You lying piece of Saddam May you die and rot in hell While you go dont forget your paychecks in the mail Dont forget to smile for the camera please As I laugh while I sign a check for your deed Please forgive me, for I hate you like a kid to a priest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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