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Lyrics

A lot of people ask me stupid fucking questions A lot of people think that what I say on a record or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody that I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit, if you believe that then I'll kill you You know why? 'Cause I'm a criminal Criminal You're goddamn right I'm a criminal Yeah, I'm a criminal My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That'll stab you in the head Whether you're a Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress Hate fags? The answer's "yes Nah, you're just heterophobic Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulging That's my motherfucking balls You'd better let go of 'em They belong in my scrotum You'll never get hold of 'em "Hey, it's me, Versace Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checking the mail." Get it? Checking the 'male'? How many records you expecting to sell After your second LP sends you directly to jail? C'mon! Relax guy, I like Right, Ken? Give me an "amen". A-men! Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a goddamn thing 'Cause I watch TV, and Comcast cable And you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from topping these charts And you can't stop me from dropping each March With a brand new CD for these fucking r And to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. Don't-Give-A-Fuck still won't leave I'm a criminal 'Cause every time I write a rhyme These people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I guess I'm a criminal But I don't gotta say a word I just flip 'em the bird And keep going, I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal 'Cause every time I write a rhyme These people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I guess I'm a criminal But I don't gotta say a word I just flip 'em the bird And keep going, I don't take shit from no one My mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes, and speed The baby came out disfigured, ligaments indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby 'cause that baby was me I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drink more liquor To fuck you up quicker Than you'd wanna fuck me up for saying the word My morals went ... when the president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk Off of his own employee Now don't ignore me You won't avoid me You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired And my nose is pointy I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die In plane crashes and laughs As long as it ain't happened to him