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My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez
Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress
Hate fags?
The answer's yes
Homophobic?
Nah, you're just heterophobic
Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulgin'
That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get ahold of 'em!
"Hey it's me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checking the mail!
Get it? Checking the 'male'?"
How many records you expecting to sell?
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen! (Amen!)
"Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher!
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing, 'cause
I'm watching TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards
And to think, it's just lil old me
Mr. Don't-Give-A-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime to tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal!
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep going
I don't take shit from no one
I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme
People think it's a crime to tell them what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep going
I don't take shit from no one