Skit

I can't find the fucking pocket, nigga
 What the fuck?
 Uphill battle 'gainst 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, I'm a walking open wound
 So shut the fuck up, before you meet your maker soon
 I break what your mama gave ya, yo' ma can't save ya
 Told your baby daddy I was basic, but he ate it
 Then he tipped me with your child support like I was a waitress
 I don't mean to be rude, but god, damn that dick was faceless
 But that face was spacious
 So I copped a squat and rode it slow just like Miss Daisy
 Tryna shake him like McGrady