18 years of this shit? ... No Thank You.

hip hop faked it's own death so that it didn't have to deal with the lovechild it had with fame. it knew it shouldn't have been fucking with that crazy bitch anyway...

but the pussy..

the pussy was like diamond chains, velour suits, and big houses in the 'burbs.

The pussy was like drug money.

The pussy was like dreams.

Like waking up to a sunrise and seeing your kids off to school in a beautiful neighborhood.

fame's pussy was just that.

fucking famous.

and just like that

hip hop was fucking famous.

had all the little white kids lined up against the window

watching fame drop down to her knees

their little red noses pressed squarely on the panes

the breaths heavy

as they watched fame suck hip hop dry

hip hop faked it's own death so that it didn't have to deal with the lovechild it had with fame.

it knew it shouldn't have fucked with that crazy bitch anyway

Something in her eyes looked too much like insecurity

Something in her hair smelled too much like inadequacy

And now...

Something in her womb looks too much like hip hop

so hip hop faked it's own death

the formula's simple

shit get's too fucked

you either run or you die

and hip hop ain't never really been about no death