Man
R. Money (Contributor)
Eyes sunken like a heroin addict with cement shoes
You’ll be in the river without a push when you hear the good news
Big man’s back from his trip to congress
Back in the house and back under your mom’s dress
The house is a mess without me
You’re not in line unless you’re being stared at by my university degree
I got it printed on a belt
Closest you’ll be to a degree is when you’ve smelt and felt the welt
When you were born I knelt in church
Reminded God I have a family you’re not to besmirch
Jesus is disappointed
He doesn’t like the direction of gay drugs you’re pointin’
Maybe if I kick you out with a tub and a toaster you’ll learn to do the math
Live under it, or take a bath and take Satan’s wrath
You could find another home but they’re all like me
Take a look round and ask the question, laddie
Who’s your daddy