You Don't Not Know No Shit

Mum! You actin' like a teen, see what I mean? You're livin' a dream! Get your arse in school, stay in the loop. I'm the parent, that's the rule! You think we can't hang, say we ain't cool. You don't got the monopoly on being the fool. Cos your cryin' and lyin', the whole worlds conspirin'. What you think i'm doin'? Listen up kid! Quit whinin'! That's right I dropped here, middle aged, caged, in this space. I'm cleanin', cookin', teachin', and lookin' at your shit. Feel my impotent out of date rage! You don't not know no shit. Fake claims you don't fit. You plagiarise from another race, another place. With your ghetto smirk on your pastey face. Yeah! You think life's so hard, tell that to the kid with no arms in Iraq. So crack a pipe! Waste your life. Tell me I don't get it. I got it allright! I'm here to protect, lest you forget, remind you, find you, take you home and mind you. You gotta trust that i'm standin' behind you! The things that you know, smoke you blow, head-shakin'-finger-wavin' show. It's been seen before, I've got your score, to me it's a bore. Over. No More! You don't not know no shit. Fake claims you don't fit. You plagiarise from another race, another place. With your ghetto smirk on your pastey face. Yeah! You think life's so hard, tell that to the kid with no arms in Iraq. Listen up pup! You fuck up! Run amuck with your friends from the suburb. Take some weed, a little speed, two beers and yer gonna heave. So, Mo-fo, Crack-ho, Woe-ho...better off with a No Show. Yer gonna grow, realise, it's all lies. It's a lesson i'm teachin', you think i'm preachin', take a good look! We're even! Ride in cars, drink in bars, spaced out, wasted, face down or on yer arse! It's all the same! No-one to blame, idolize fame, reject the sane. You don't not know no shit. Fake claims you don't fit. You plagiarise from another race, another place. With your ghetto smirk on your pastey face. Yeah! You think life's so hard, tell that to the kid with no arms in Iraq. Those Nike shoes, What colour you gonna chose? Inform the barefoot tawanese kid who made em, your independant, oh! so different mind blowing views! He'd be interested to know school sux! You didn't score! Bad luck! Maybe you won't get a fuck! My homie, you think you bad! Packin heat, trollin' the street, it's your beat! Don't it make you mad when we think you sad? You don't not know no shit. Fake claims you don't fit. You plagiarise from another race, another place. With your ghetto smirk on your pastey face. Yeah! You think life's so hard, tell that to the kid with no arms in Iraq.