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 © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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