Текст песни Tha mADness - It'sYaBoiH2

When I was a kid
We were told if we sag
We're a fag
Well we liked hip hop
With pants that bag
Them high price tags
And I was born 11/24
Now u see why I'm mad
Grew up with sex all around
I was jacking it
To Maxim mags
Jizz was written on the stars
Splashed on the ads
Like Stiller in Mary
They call me ant
But my feelers are scary
Cuz they carry
The weight of a mercenary
Like Deadpool
I couldn't wait to meet her man
I've been rocking them
Gloves again like Mike
Cuz even Peters pan
But I've been in them
Bleachers damn
I mean my idols
Dressed up like women
All 3 of them
Rodman, Al, Em
Til the day we meet again
They hear me like
Gilbert done grew some grapes
What the fucks been eating him
Depending on what I'm wearing
It could be a freaky friend
Like how the fuck can we even
Put this thru a speaker
Well cuz I grew up being called
Antoinita
Like I was a split
Personality
Hid away in a vox
And that was after I was found
Behind the shed with some cocks
Kinda like Jamie Foxx
When he had them red lips
And was ready to box
No holes in this story
I don't even own
A pair of crock's
Watching vintage porn
Of CAGNEY and lacey
But In second grade me
Was crazy about a little blonde
That looked like Stacey
But instead I grew up
Wanting to give head
And dress Racy
But I never called myself Gay see
By the time I'm done with this
They'll either
Wanna whoop my ass
Or never face me
All of this makes me angry
But I have to embrace it
I've lived with it so long
Since I was close enuff to taste it
It became a rush
I had to chase it
Something in me wanted to be used
So every time I lose a love
I go "back to the basics"
Of my basement
Which was craigslist
At the time
While I was such a fuckin grinder
So now maybe this app is a sign??
Trying times
While Tryna write rhymes
And be a lion lying
Creating a shrine
Tryna keep a relationship
But when she's not around
I can feel it in my spine
I wanna dress up
And be on my knees
And get face fucked
Til I'm crying
Well she ain't got a dick
So how else I'ma find
Something To touch my behind
Then the one chick I let
I got so scared
I damn near lost my mind
At the idea of us breaking up
And somebody might find
That I've been 29 this whole time
Which is still eleven
And an H
Soon as you add a line
Came outta that dream
And had to wine
To everybody so they'd
Understand why I am
The way I am
It wasnt fresh out the gate for
The ones who don't understand
All hate
Cuz they ain't never had
Something ram their prostate
So hard they gotta call Allstate
Just to make sure it never gets
Back to their mate
What a fuckin plate
But I say if something ends up
Inside you then baby
That's called fate
So i guess that's why
It's not as hard now
When a risk we gotta take
Especially knowing the origin
Of no brakes
Or all these underlying traits
Or how many times
They've held a vigil or wake
While the Seether chain
Never gets broken
For Amy's sake
And nothing gets real
Til Jason steps up out the lake
Cuz now I'm scared to
Death of all these
Good vibrations
Like Marky Mark
Mixed with Rob Bass
Varmints taken our place
Hiding our case
Cuz they thought all this
Soft shit would really win the race
But these garments
Across my waist
Got me feeling
Like im outta space
And sexy as fuck
Which leads me to wonder
Why is all the shit
Made for guys
Rough enough to make
Us chafe

I mean for real
Soon as my body feels it
I knew something was wrong
Got me wishing Vicky
Would let her secret out
Like my dick in a thong
It was middle school
I was mad
I'm sorry I wrote those songs
Get pissed we hit gongs
Years later u played the game
We watched snakes on a plane
And I got my anger bang
For the shit that went
Down with Kayne
I got deeper fucking pain
Than any kind of therapist
Could contain enuff to explain
To any of you people
Without an exclaim
But hell it's easy right
For the ones who don't like me
Just call me a lame
And move on with ya life
Cuz I still gotta run these trains
Of thought through my brain
For years now I've been chasing bars
Embracing stars
And starting to see how hard this all
Can be for ones who sit
Around like bumps on a log
Knowing when I was a kid
I'd stick my head out the window
Like a dog
Roger driving the car
Grade school was hard
I was so happy
But didn't hear alotta nice words
A skinny white nerd
And seeing my mom
Without a tops
Just the tit of the iceberg
To start the jacking like Titanic
And only had an article
To see my dad
Rob or the mechanic
H you're not just pushing buttons
You're hitting the panic
One connected to the planet
Nobody can stand it
There's a statue of limitations
That you've all done
Taken for granite
Putting your balls in a hammock
And actin lamba lamb is
Not why we have it
This shit is magic
Witches why
I gotta go full flame
Fantastic
Cuz for you to fan it's
Gonna
Fill me with maggots
There's too much baggage
And you've been a rapper
Built up on bragging
But I'm not just a rapper
I'm a rap person
And this shit ain't a pageant
I've been wearing a crown
Since I slipped on this hat trick
And ain't no safety
My guns got a fat clip
When she wants her back flipped
I'm sure Brad tripped
When he saw me on tik Tok
Like damn he's a sad kid
Maybe we shouldn't have
Ripped on him bout
That dog mounting his back shit
But then again
You finally get to call me
A little bitch
Cuz I've never been a poker
My step dad Heath was a real joker
Now I have to go to
Court over this pole smoker
Coker who wanted to name
Her kid OJ's dead white chick
Mixed with a gold digging
Coke whore
Trix really are for kids
Ain't that some shit
Since I was little
I've had an animal magnetism
I can't fight or restrict
And learning about the matrix
Is sick I really gotta admit
And since then you never see me stray
Always a new gem on the way
Like how I read being a ped
Is embedded in Jewish DNA
Sorry I had a dick in my ass
What'd he say
About not being gay
But loving lingerie
No Ts but a cute A
From an angle is what they say
On that app where they play
Then go... ghost like jars of clay
Dog is he ok?
Or is really his dead dog
From back in the day?
How much does he weigh?
145
Yeah kinda Like a 9 in the face
He's a simple kinda man
But still effective in the way
Hes willing to break his own heart
And put his own faults on display
In hopes he can even reverse decay
Sasha fierce from watching clips of grey
Like damn I wanna be done that way
Make me gag til there's nothing to say
Except the truths hard to swallow
So put some paper towels down
Cuz it's bound to spray
Like an after school PSA
Me and K
Watching Tera Patrick
And Jenna J
He was never my Enemay
Didn't want him to enter me
So why was I the one
Still getting played
So sick of the charade
Or the plans for that goddamn parade
Or all the folks who
Raided my house
But wouldnt say
What the fuck really went down
When I went to GA

And I didn't touch Michelle either
If anything I showed Kevin
The girl wasn't a keeper
Bitch I've been a sleeper cell
This whole time
Where my rhymes are the only
Thing hip to it like a beeper
And me I'm just a meeper
With burning buns son
While this dick is getting deeper
Pain slowly becomes pleasure
When it comes to the keister
And apparently this case been in a basket
Since 22 Easter
2 is 20 and he leaped here
Now it's a fuckin leap year
And he has to get specific
If he wants it all to be clear
Done told 'em he sucks toes
For those without feet fear
He exceeds gears
Switching so fast
As soon as he meets tears
And cries alone by himself
Like he needs to be reared
Y'all dared him to care
Now that's all he does here
And now nobody cares about him
And shit needs to be steered
In a different direction
Yeah I hold my erection
More than most
That's no question
But plotting on killing someone
Is a way worse progression
Especially if they thought
It was all to teach me a lesson
Which is what?
Use protection??
I'm sorry are you confused
About my connections
When I say we've done
All this shit before
And I give u a Million proofs
On top of my professions
That I'm learning
These bitches been tryna kill me since
Who knows how long to question
I've kept so many secrets
Shit I even kept myself one
Now I'm on pins n needles
Bout what might be in this cell phone
Like what has she done held on
So long n scared to get her bell rung
U were being transparent with the kids
N they wanted to send you to hell son
Cuz soon as you tell some
One
Where u really think baby's
Come from
You're not gonna be welcome
Ya see every spell done
Highlighted the monopoly
Why everybody needs an autopsy
On top of a biopsy
Cuz your whole theology
Done turned this shit topsy
Now you're showing
Your pretty ass without a mask
Like somebody stop me!!
I talk sick
And still hold the mop like Toxie
But we still got treasures
To take to the swap meet
And hop meat so deep
Is why we cannot sleep
Cuz we're scared to know the truth
If it's everybody lied
And cried
Cuz they finally
Figured out
Everything you're telling is tongue tied
You could never leave the closet
Cuz that's really where
All your skeletons hide
And hearing the big guy
Died in a subway
When I was a child
Seems to be a fresh idea
That nobody can side with
Me on
But I refuse to let it slide
So if all this made you sigh
I'm sorry I don't rap
About Ferraris and round bags
This is H in his brown bag
And done found that
He's died so many times
Career suicide don't even sound bad
Cuz when I highlight the sad
Then they... fall from me
Holding this much in
I Coulda charged a stocking fee
But they say talk is cheap
So I'm going crotchless for the public
Like somebody stalking me
He saw me in a green 2 piece
Like Fred and damn near dropped dead
Told me he bout to bust
And he's aiming for the head
But it felt so good
When he pulled out
He hit my stomach instead
Then I held my mic tight
While I loved myself like Ed
See I am right in the head
All of the lights baby
It's LED after LED
The ghost of a dead rapper
Is what everybody dreads
Like pennywise in a top hat
Popping his head like a pez
To show you
It's bigger than hip hop
And that's word to dead prez/