I Wanna Go Home (Part 2)
My life and job is hot,
And hard
I’m sick of the BR retards
I’m ready to slow down
Chill and be myself
On the Southside of Roe,
Where the trill players be.
Just like that Chilly G anthem
M-O-N-R-O-E
That’s where all the real players be.
The ninjas in BR can’t feel me.
They can’t feel racism, haterism,
And true tragedy.
I wanna go home,
Where the true ninjas roam.
Every year a high school team
From Roe goes to the dome.
M-O-N-R-O-E
Spell it ninja
Where we hunt for deer,
Rabbits, squirrels, and fake ninjas.
Where haters are worse
Than ninth ward killers of NO
M-O-N-R-O-E
That’s how you spell the place,
Where people are the realest.
Just like that Chilly G anthem
M-O-N-R-O-E
That’s where all the real players be.
The ninjas in BR can’t feel me.
They can’t feel racism, haterism,
And true tragedy.
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