Yonkers Freestyle Base (feat. Nobody)

I’m a [bad word] father of [bad word] Plus I’m a [bad word] bag it father
Plus I’m a [bad word] [bad word] that [bad word] your maths off till I’m [bad word] your asthma proper
And that’s a drastic [bad word] karma so pop an acid tap
Cuz that’s exactly let’s hope that you [bad word] [bad word]  you punk
To the [bad word] state on this cover by these [bad word] magazines
All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that nothing matters
And you’re wasted and smack the [bad word] out Rihanna
Guess that’s what you get for your slap persona
That’s what the world wants, a girl cut the talks about how much she wants to [moans]

I’m about to blow my [bad word] brains out
Becuz it’s cool, cuz it’s true, plus I want someone to [bad word] listen
And this is pretty much the only way you’ll pay attention
Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think about it?
Why just knock it off your rock and [bad word]  drink and shout out
What’s wrong with the world so you can learn some [bad word] you think is outlet
Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris’ music
Keep pumpin’ your [bad word]  fist to this [bad word] [bad word] on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb [bad word] Loose on the run from the [bad word]  law that shoot your guns at
Cuz you’re the [bad word]  gangster you planned to be aren’t you?
It’s [bad word]  dangerous and harmful for just one statement of lawsuite
This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
But that’s not gonna make us remorse