E.R. (Disstrack)

Okay, I didn't wanna have to do this, but you left me no choice So I'mma settle this the old fashioned way, a disstrack Let's go You kicked us when we're down We asked for help but because You got Pretoria West to feed you created a recipe To try and attempt to weed out the labourers you did deem Unworthy to succeed In the dream you can't reach It's not our fault you can't write; why did you hold us to the fire? There was no food in our life, you said it was mom's crime You think that I owe ya cause you paid half of my metric Believe that in yo hearse I mean grave packed with the damned kids You heaped up cause you kept your white bread Separate, yeah you tend to lie ma'am If it wasn't for you breaking the laws of HR My mom'd be good lady you sort of taint all Christians with your manipulation Leaving 'em poor so you can save 'em Your husband left you a fortune without it you'd be nothing You blundered when you did force me to sound like you are something You're claiming to be Christian but I can smell the demons I'm praying that listen to this rap melting the mask You're bluffing in ten years you'll be gone So take your fake colored hair and then steer to the sun Our hearts ain't scared to reach stars your cards ain't there to be part Of this game so L.R. prepare for E.R.