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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,609
Peak in subgenre #191
Author
Street Prophet / Clique Mafia Productions
Rights
2004
Uploaded
April 20, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 4:43
Story behind the song
A certain set of beefs (covered in Controversy Part I) has been dragged out for far too long. And the people involved continued to say things behind my back and smile in my face. I hate that. So, in order to squash all the beef, I wrote this to put myself at ease because lord knows this wont set them at ease.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Before I apologize, I'ma give you the facts
And give you the motivation behind all of my attcks
Sean and Kathrine both like to talk shit
But Ill admit, that night I shoulda split
Instead I made Sean feel shitty
Leavin my prints on his girl's titty
She didn't fight it, fuck, she liked it
We were even friends despite it
Sean's been pissed since I stole second base
But it wasn't me it was his girl givin chase
Don't be htin on me cuz she wants my cock
Come on Don Juan get your girl on lock
True I was drunk, but still I shoulda known better
True I felt bad, thats why I wrote the letter
But whatever, when I met her she wanted my chedder
And never if ever has she ever been wetter
So what Sean, it was a harmless little dance
So what if dancin made her cream in her pants
This drunk, punk had gotten a slam dunk
I didn't get a piece of ass, I got a chunk
All jokes aside now I'm clean and sober
Sorry I dissed you man, this beef is over
But you took it upon yourselves to raise the stakes
Sayin shit behind my back and never to my face
A year passes and they still got beef wit me
Even though they got dubbed in Controversy part 3
In more ways than one sean ain't up to size
But I should get this over and apologize
Sean and Kat, I value you both as friends
So let's bury the hatchet and put this beef to an end.
PSYCH! I couldn't give to shits about cha
But I don't have anyone else to diss without cha
I could sit here all day dissin you off
And get satisfaction knowing it pisses you off
That I can sit here so damn remorseless
Felt up your girl and I ain't sorry for shit
That's right man! I SAID IT!
Grinded with your girl and don't fuckin regret it
And Kathrine, you ain't nothing but a skank
Guys make so many deposits I call her the bank
[Chorus]
Fuck you Sean
I ain't really sorry dude
Fuck you Kathrine
I really hated you
Fuck you both
I ain't really sorry
Fuck you Brody
You don't know me
Fuck you dad
You're just a crack head
Fuck you Andy
You're better off dead
Fuck you all
I ain't really sorry
Fuck you Brody
I'm not sorry x2
[Verse 2]
I ain't copyin Em[inem] as if it were a fad
he hates his mom, I hate my dad
Remember in the 80's when you slit your wrist
Shoulda sliced a little deeper to hit the vein you missed
Then you got morose and almost overdose
Mama shoulda handed you an ounce of coke
So you could turn it into crack and overdose on that
Choke on your own vomit as you lie on your back
But, do I want you dead? Not anymo'
I'd rather put you through hell as you watch me grow
Go big or go home, that's my fuckin motto
Sorry dad, I'm the winnin ticket to the lotto
Shoulda held on to me so I'd buy you some bling
But mom holds the ticket and she's goin Chi CHING
Cuz she knows what the future'll bring
Cheap plug unPROPHETional droppin this spring
Your life's been hell since you left my mother
Second child's retarded, I know about my brother
Now you're drowning in a sea of fuckin medical bills
It's hard payin rent, that shit kills
Now you're up late questioning god's divine plan
When the answer is simple "God really hates you man"
And you're thinking "Why, What have I done?"
You must've forgot I'm god's number one son
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
What do I gotta say about Andy and Brody
Andy's a bully and Brody don't know me
Andy can die and Brody can blow me
Andy thought he could push me till I pushed his ass back
I kept taunting the pussy but he wouldn't attack
Good for nothing, mother fucking, cocksucking
Buck tooth, no use, pussy ass wet rag, piece of shit
There! That's all of my verse that you get!
Brody on the other hand, he's gonna get more
I'ma comin in swinging and beat him to the floor
I ain't done yet, I'mma tie him to a chair
Stick shit in his cuticles and set fire to his hair
Nah, that's too harsh besides I'm not quite nuts
Keep the chair and I'll give you a thousand paper cuts
I'll sit there and chill while you catch your fuck
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