เนื้อเพลง Yonkers Freestyle - The Game

I'm a motherf*cking father of faggots
Plus I'm a motherf*cking bag it father
Plus I'm a f*cking faggot that f*cks your maths off till I'm f*cking your asthma proper
And that's a drastic motherf*cker karma so pop an acid tap
Cause that's exactly let's hope that you f*cking faggot, you punk
To the f*cking state on this cover by these f*cking magazines
All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that nothing matters
And you're wasted and smack the f*ck 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 motherf*cking brains out
Because it's cool, cause it's true, plus I want someone to f*cking 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 f*ckin' drink and shout out
What's wrong with the world so you can learn some sh*t you think is outlet
Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris' music
Keep pumpin' your f*ckin' fist to this bullsh*t
Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb sh*t
Loose on the run from the f*ckin' law that shoot your guns at
Cause you're the f*ckin' gangster you planned to be aren't you?
It's f*ckin' 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