Inglorious

My father died the day I
Came out of my mother's hole
And left a burden on my
Soul until I was old enough
To understand that the f**king
Faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to
Bust a nut and then he shake Junt
Bring your pops to school today
For twelve years I cheated
Told the f**king faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to life day
He wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather
Like "the f**k am I thinking"
Birthdays  Christmas my only f**king
Wishlist was CD's (and a father)
And a new fitted instead I got some CD's
I hated some Ritalin  some white socks
I was hyper because I didn't get
Attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in
Jail but they don't know it's me
Statistics say that niggas with no
Father ain't going to be sh*t
Well I guess I had one because ni**a I'm it
You smell that  That's the odor of success b**ch
I know I'm not the only bastard in America
So I'm going to need some help  on this next part
Scream it with me niggas
F**k you (I'm good)
F**k you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
F**k you (I'm good)
Ni**a eighteen (I'm good)
F**k you (I'm good)
Got a car ni**a (F**k you)
Eat a dick ni**a  b**ch
Father's Day was the worst
When it came to gifts
Cause I ain't know for
Who or what the f**k to get
Now my momma mentioned the
Day before what she would like
Cause she's playing both roles
Like her occupation was dyke  f**king right
I ain't look to Obama and Nixon
I look up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The niggas in the vision rap about
The sh*t they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys like them niggas
That were banging on the keys
My father never seen me
The ni**a probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie
A couple albums
Like that's going to make
Up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma
Spent on rent and clothes
You f**king dipped out
I swear to God if I see you
I'm a get out the M-16 and let a f**king clip out
Cause in 16 years
You let your kid down the existence  none
I don't give a f**k either like father
Like son  I'm done
He ain't give a f**k about me
He ain't give a f**k about you
He ain't give a f**k about we
So what the f**k we going to do
F**k you (I'm good)
F**k you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
F**k you (I'm good)
Ni**a eighteen (I'm good)
F**k you (I'm good)
Got a car ni**a (F**k you)
Eat a dick ni**a  b**ch
The cold is nice
And I'm not talking about the weather
The skin is thick
No need for leather  your father called
He said you're better without him
I'm not the only f**k
Without them
How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
Take it to the shop  then what
F**k it  momma's proud of her asthmatic thin f**k
Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins
F**k rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white neos who's nero stays frio
Now this counselor is trying to tell me that I'm emo
She don't give a f**k
D-low where's the trigger  I'll let this bullet play hero
Sh*t
Oh now f**k that  f**k that
I deserve this
Over it