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** in the morning and taking names in the evening

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth

See they can trigger me but they'll never figure me out

Look at me now I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma

I'm make you look so ridiculous now

I'm sorry momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry but tonight

I'm cleaning out my closet one more time

I said I'm sorry momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry but tonight

I'm cleaning out my closet