Gone like the wind that weaves through the trees

Status respect, and notoriety

Dotted lines and many figures, guns

For calling her a &$;;-:” because that is what she was

Reigned above Mancow and Bubba the lovesponge too

Now i share a green screen with David landau, also known as “who”

They know my secret they speak of what I’ve done

I fear it’s something that I cannot undo

I let him use my ass to cum, this Lady Boy named Sue

One night while I was deep in many cups, I stirred up quite a ruckus

Aggravated by my dame i kicked her in the stomach

Used my little legs to give her ribs a little punt, but I was far from done

Treated like a nigger in my own home, I finally had enough

So I bit that fucking bitches tits, then left the house in cuffs

Spoke ill of dead Trayvon “Atleast there’s one less thug”

Yet I hadn’t seen mother in years, no last goodbye or hug

I did not wish to remember her like that

I prefer the good times on her couch sharing crack

Let her be a burden to the orderly, a black man named Darius

Obscurity is infamy’s final breath, but I’m having a great time and I’m Still Hilarious