Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl

Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon

They say music can alter moods and talk to you

Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns

And they want to get one, cause they think, the shit's cool

Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap

Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus

Sing it with me, if it's just for today