my mother was a mongrel bitch
she ran from what she saw
my pa worked the late shift taking bread from local whores
i never learned to read or write until the age of ten
and when i found out just what i was i started out again
i loved a coal black woman she lived on thirty fourth and vine
she kept my hambone in her kitchen and her artichoke was mine
late on tuesday evening i was cruising by her floor
there's a blood stain on the pillow and brown sugar's on the floor
i'm gonna find that son of a bitch. you hear what happened now? you know what happened to me! i know it's bad news
but bad news is good news eh? know what i mean?
i axed around a few whores
found the mother's name was clyde
i found him in a pimpmobile just over the west side
i held him by his fur collar and got out my thirty eight
then i emptied all the inside on the outside of his weight
don't mess with street rat
you see i'd like to tell y'all about myself 'cause i'm feeling fine but i can hear my main man coming and i'm running out of time
man i'm getting down so far that i'm below ground