Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have.
I've been protested and demonstrated against.
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times,
sick as the mind of the motherf**king kid that's behind.
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding,
tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going,
not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing,
keep kicking a*s in the morning and taking names in the evening.
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth,
see they can trigger me; but they'll never figure me out.
Look at me now; I bet you're probably sick of me now, ain't you momma?
Imma make you look so ridiculous now.