Skit

(intro) I can't find the fucking pocket, nigga! what the f*ck! (verse) Uphill battle against patriarchy with a plastic knife That'll probably be the synopsis of my fucking life Doing all that pick me shit to be somebody's fucking wife? TUH! i'd rather lay where fucking lightening strike Who hurt you? bitch, ima walking open wound So shut the f*ck up before you meet your maker soon I'll break what ya mama gave ya, ya ma' can't save ya Told ya baby daddy i was basic but he ate it Then he tip me with your child support like i was a waitress I don't mean to be rude but goddamn that dick was faceless But that face was spacious so i copped a squat And rode it slow just like miss daisy, tryna shake em like McGrady