[Intro]
A lot of people say I'm a bad influence, you know what I say?
Fuck an influence, I’m under the influence bitch!
[Verse 1]
When it come to the fam' I’m the older brother
My pops yelling be a man!, I’m yelling back you should've wore a rubber
Now I’m arrogant taking the most profane music and blaring it
Until you find out it’s my CD, now when you see me you get scared and shit
So listen up, I know you probably think I'm fucked up because I cuss
Do drugs, run up in sluts, and have a fuck love mindset
Bitch I’m tired, so don’t say someday you’ll find it
You lying, because the last time I tried it
I made this bitch cry. She wanted a honest guy
So I tore off my skull and gave her a piece of my mind
Now I’m in a padded room, supposedly for my attitude
They tried putting a straight jacket on me, that wasn’t right
I’m like doc I haven’t been gay a single day of my life!
I dare any man stand up to me, you’ll get paralyzed from the waist down
And while your at it, here’s some paint to cover your ugly ass face, clown
I bet you have nothing to say now, like Poppa Doc in "8 mile"
You like planking? I’ll make sure at your wake you in the coffin laying face down
Chorus:
They said rap music was a bad influence
Now I’m pistol whipping kids to it
Feeling no remorse at all
I write my name in blood on the wall
And flip off cops because it’s still fuck the law
I’m waiting with guns drawn so you clapped up faster than applause
A lot of people say I'm a bad influence, you know what I say?
Fuck an influence, I’m under the influence bitch!
[Verse 1]
When it come to the fam' I’m the older brother
My pops yelling be a man!, I’m yelling back you should've wore a rubber
Now I’m arrogant taking the most profane music and blaring it
Until you find out it’s my CD, now when you see me you get scared and shit
So listen up, I know you probably think I'm fucked up because I cuss
Do drugs, run up in sluts, and have a fuck love mindset
Bitch I’m tired, so don’t say someday you’ll find it
You lying, because the last time I tried it
I made this bitch cry. She wanted a honest guy
So I tore off my skull and gave her a piece of my mind
Now I’m in a padded room, supposedly for my attitude
They tried putting a straight jacket on me, that wasn’t right
I’m like doc I haven’t been gay a single day of my life!
I dare any man stand up to me, you’ll get paralyzed from the waist down
And while your at it, here’s some paint to cover your ugly ass face, clown
I bet you have nothing to say now, like Poppa Doc in "8 mile"
You like planking? I’ll make sure at your wake you in the coffin laying face down
Chorus:
They said rap music was a bad influence
Now I’m pistol whipping kids to it
Feeling no remorse at all
I write my name in blood on the wall
And flip off cops because it’s still fuck the law
I’m waiting with guns drawn so you clapped up faster than applause
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