text: Ma said Wake up son, good morning
  I rolled out of bed, greeted mama with a yawn, then
  Paused to scratch and itch, and went down to the kitchen
  Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson
  Just as I was about to dig in
  A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit
  I paid my thoughts no attention cause I wasnt tryna kick it
  With this bitch that just ended it with me
  But mama wasnt havin it, so I grabbed my bag
  And split out the door and saw the whore that Id rather kick
  It seems kinda brash but its the hash, I mean the harsh truth
  She runs shit, shes the jock, Im the horseshoe
  Shes gorgeous, when niggas see it jaws hit the floor so
  When she left, it didnt break my heart it broke my torso
  Making my eyes ache, stalking your MySpace
  Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say that I fucking hate you
  But
  Maybe if you looked in this direction
  Id pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then
  Feel the fucking life rushin through my body
  But you got a guy thats not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy
  Come on, lets cut the bull like a matador
  You light me up like lamps, a chance is all Im really asking for
  Give me one, I promise Ill be back for more
  Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four
  Not like a family of four, just like...
  Fuck it
  Youll never listen to this shit anyways
  Fuck you
  Bitch
  Ugh...
  She said You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador
  But Im attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple Stores
  The basement light is darkened, the switchblade is sharpened
  Her name on my arm and her face on a two-percent carton
  See her face while youre fixing your breakfast
  And know shes in my basement, objecting to sex with
  Me, murder spree, surges on with the next bitch
  Tombstones read RIP cause its pieces they rest in