Deadbeat Moms Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Esham)

[Violent J]
Bitch back up cause you're dimmin' my shine
You got nine kids, only two of em mine
I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers and similac
Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin' that
Your shit loop like a bowl of soup
And every time I'm with you, I'm smellin' nothin' but baby poop
You got WIC, food stamps, and 80C
Why you still fuckin' wit me, you dirty scoundrel? (Bitch)
And I'ma murder any friend of the court
Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport (There go your payment)
Then blast off, catch a flight to another life
Five baby mommas, everyone of 'em trife hoes
They won't stifle, always wanna fight and for what?
Get the rifle, one to her butt, POP!
I won't have it, bitches won't fly straight
And I got two more bitches callin' sayin' they late (Fuck!)
Baby momma blues..

[Chorus]
Deadbeat moms are chasing me, ain't no one on my side
I'm packin' all my shit up and I'm taking off tonight
(Just leave me alone!)

[Esham]
Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama
Callin' me while I'm in the Bahamas with Lanna and Donna
Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer
Anyway bitch, how'd you get my new number?
Fuck my baby momma, she need a new weave
The bitch did something that I couldn't believe (I don't believe that shit!)
She called up a priest, she called the police
And then called the lawyer and took half of my piece
Fuck, my, baby momma
I can't see it like Stevie Wonder
All I know is when it rains, it thunders
My baby momma took me under
Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids
Don't tell me about shit that none of 'em did
To all you deadbeat moms who be bringing the drama
Fuck you and friend of the court, and fuck my baby momma