[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
I'm from the south before they cleaned it up
When it was dirty and freaky and it belonged to us
Now niggas think it's too easy to get along with us
And them fuckin' housewives make me sick to my stomach
But I digress (but I digress)
No need to throw shade
You niggas different the same
But you claimed it anyway
I'm just trying to fight the claims
That the doctor offed his brian
But it's kind of hard to prove my point with Xanax in my veins
Now turn the fuckin' thermostat
Up to burning temper-at-tures
So pure, probably make your fuckin' skin react
Hit it from the back
And make her hair turn from blonde to black
To gray
It's okay
There's a cure for that, quick!
Put your hand over your heart and take off your hat
For the nation that locked up your dad
They slaughtered all your cousins
Sent your Uncles to Iraq
But turn on BET and forget about your past
I'm from the south before they cleaned it up
When it was dirty and freaky and it belonged to us
Now niggas think it's too easy to get along with us
And them fuckin' housewives make me sick to my stomach
But I digress (but I digress)
No need to throw shade
You niggas different the same
But you claimed it anyway
I'm just trying to fight the claims
That the doctor offed his brian
But it's kind of hard to prove my point with Xanax in my veins
Now turn the fuckin' thermostat
Up to burning temper-at-tures
So pure, probably make your fuckin' skin react
Hit it from the back
And make her hair turn from blonde to black
To gray
It's okay
There's a cure for that, quick!
Put your hand over your heart and take off your hat
For the nation that locked up your dad
They slaughtered all your cousins
Sent your Uncles to Iraq
But turn on BET and forget about your past
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