Intro

Hey, what's up? This is a true story, about a girl I know
Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, this is there's been no fabrications
This is all true, exactly the way I saw it Listen up

Chorus

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin (You listening?) Hey
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach Ho
There you go, it's your name He don't mean it No
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin Bitch

Verse

Come on girl you do the math He's already takin care of your three other kids
Without a question asked and now your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy?
You were done by four kids, by four different fathers Haven't you ever heard of a thing called condoms?
How come none of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids grow up yours are gonna rob 'em
And I don't want that, it's easy Trip down the stairs or a baseball bat to the belly would please me
Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and CRACK THAT ASS!
Now, I know it sounds harsh, but it's not The chick has a kid every time she farts
Illegitimate illiterate little bastards Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster

Verse

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin (You listening?) Hey
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach (Punch that bitch) Ho
There you go, it's your name He don't mean it No
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin (Check check) Listen up cunt

Verse

Now, it's not like he's innocent I mean, the girl get knocked up from havin sex on the internet
Hadn't he remembered that he'd nutted up in her, and now I gotta fix it, 'cause he's in love with her
And I can't let a homie take a fall A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls
Ain't no time to stall, 'cause the time is now Do something quick, before the kid comes out
Look at the trouble that your dick shot out Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out
There's abound a better reason to get rid of the kid Take two steps back just look at the bitch
She's one of the most crookedest bitches I've ever seen, she's been pitchin out kids since she was thirteen
And I know that you trust her, but everyone from here to Illinois fucked her, dummy

Chorus

Girl, (listen up cunt) awooo, I gotta tell you somethin Hey
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach (I really need you to listen to the words) Ho
There you go, it's your name He don't mean it No
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this August your man is leavin Little cunt

Verse

Think back to when you first met the slob wasn't she married? Her husband had a job?
Supportin his kid, one was his, she was busy suckin your dick and you were clinched
She did the same thing to you, man You better take matters into your own hands, man and make a plan
And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin grab the kid Pull it out by it's leg it's your only chance
You wanna be the only man with a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled like Newports (ew!)
Strangle the bitch with the umbillical cord Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores

Outro chorus

Trash *Simultaneous*
Man, I met some (Trash) trashy bitches in my day
Girl, he's a good man
Trash *Simultaneous*
You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah
Girl, he's a good man
You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah
Girl, he's a good man

Chorus

Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin (I hope your friend's playin this for you) Hey
If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach Ho
W/ outro chorus
There you go, it's your name He don't mean it No
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this August, your man is leaving
(He's a good man, cunt Alright, I'm done)

Outro with outro chorus

Wormfood Wormfood
Yeah, your baby's worm food
Wormfood Wormfood
Yeah, your baby's worm food
Wormfood Wormfood
Yeah
Wormfood Wormfood
Yeah, your baby's worm food