IRC-Galleria

refrain:
Father please forgive me for I know not what I do.
I just never had the chance to ever meet you.
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
my mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds.

Momma had a baby and it's head popped off.
My momma don't want me, next thing I know I'm getting dropped off.
Ring ring ring went the doorbell and the next door neighbors on their front door.
But they didn't want me neither, so they left me on someone else's lawn.
Till somebody finally took me in, my great aunt and uncle Edna and Charles.
They were the ones who were left in charge.
In elementary the came to me and sang this song.
It went a little something like “Marry had a little lamb.
Debbie had a Satan spawn."
Momma, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand.
And by the way, where's my dad?

refrain

Predominantly. Predominantly. Everything's always predominantly.
Predominantly white. Predominantly black.
But what about me? Where does that leave me?
I guess I'm in between predominantly both of 'em.
I think if I hear that fucking word again I'mma scream.
Wild projectile, vomiting. What do I look like, a comedian to you?
Do you think I'm kidding? Do I look like some kind of idi-
Wait a minute, shit, don't answer that. Why am I so misunderstood?
Why do I go through so much bullshit, it's such bullshit, touch this bitch.
Woe is me. There goes poor Marshall again,
whining about his millions and his fortune and
his sorrow he's always drowning in
and the dad that he never had and how his childhood was so bad
and how mom was a dope addict and his ex how they go at it.
Man, I'd hate to have it as bad as that Mr. Mathers claims he had it.
Man, I can't imagine it. That little rich poor white bastard needs to
take some of that cash out of the bank and take a bath in it.
Man, if I only had half of it...
If you only knew the half of it...

refrain

Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds.
Please release me from these evil demons
I never had any of this shit planned, mom, please believe.
I don't wanna be Satan's spawn.
Never got the chance to say I'm sorry.
Now look at all the pain I caused.
Santa Clause, why you not coming this year again?
What did I do that was so bad to deserve this?
Everything coulda been so perfect, like life in a fairy tail
I'm bout to be hoist up in the air.
40 feet below me, there's people everywhere.
I don't even know what it feel like, 'cause they know me. I'm in despair.
All I wanna do is go to the mall and take Hailey on that carousel.
With out this crowd everywhere I go. But life is like a merry-go-round.
Now here we go. Now dosie-do. Now curtains up, the show must go.
Now ring-around-the rosie. The shows over. You can all go home now.
But the curtain just don't close for me. This ain't how fame is supposed to be.
Where's the switch I can just turn off and on? This ain't what I chose to be.
So please, God, give me the strength to give me what it takes to carry on.
Till I pass 50 back the baton, the camera's on. My song is gone.

refrain

Oh! Yeah, last one, baby... Let's go... DETROIT!