Wire Mother vs Cloth Mother

If I'm really gonna make my money off rap
 I gotta snap
 Not like I really give a crap
 But apparently I gotta get this sap
 for my pancakes
 A man makes a million mistakes
 I am a hypocrite but so are you
 So go jump in a lake
 One thing I can say is that I am not a fake
 For christ's sake
 My take on a show is low
 But I know and you know
 That rap music isn't where you make your dough
 You blow drugs and act thug
 I think you suck
 I can see you in the bathroom with your rubber duck
 Playing with the suds
 We could have been buds
 but you took me for granted
 Thought I had me some white guilt
 Sorry B you got it slanted
 Your only advantage is your bull-headed stubbornness
 Go ahead and stick to the old
 While I find new ways to govern this
 I'm loving this job
 Ha ha that's a macabre mantra
 I come with twisted pleasures like the tantra
 My garnish is cilantro
 El Santo de la ridiculez
 Coming with wickedness for chicken heads
 and whoever the hell else wanna show up
 It might blow up
 I mean some shit we just throw up
 And that's how we do it on fight night
 I'm only spitting at the mic
 with some shit my hand might write
 Chinaski told me only to do it when there's a passion
 But who asked him?
 I love him but my river's flowing passed him
 I'm not concerned
 with whether or not I outlast him or her
 I'm kinda down with whatever might occur
 Might sight'll blur
 and my tinnitus will keep ringing
 But my man Gene Kelly and me
 We keep singing
 and playing baseball in the rain
 to stay sane
 Because this world is full of zombies
 and they all want my brain so they can eat it
 and I ain't into being mistreated
 You try to kick that demon outta your house
 but you still feed it
 You don't need it
 Tell it to beat it and scram
 Pack up his little shit
 and scurry back to the man
 and his surrogate mother
 who's made of metal and wire
 and has no milk to give him
 eventually he'll expire