Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't a politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shsoe fits, I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all just swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these lude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics?
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics?
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! (Haha!)