Ill Bill - My Uncle

Song Rating: 8.47/10

Song lyrics:

My Uncle shoots h**n,
my father used to do c**aine,
my moms used to smoke weed with her friends when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
bummen for pieces like,
f**en for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh**,
gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f**in head through the wall,
this is drug music,
stuck with a seringe in ya arm,
im the truth like the namea this song yo,
my uncle shoots h**n,
bathroom floor found a seringe,
when i was on the howie tour,
howie went out on a binge,
this snake b**h i was f**in even took him to cop,
a month later he was on the floor lookin for rock,
mr faggot czech republic,
walked in the path,
of howie lyin in his own puke,
dieen from crack,
c**aine poisoning,
he shot the h**n since 14,
february 2003 he was clean,
i helped him out he kicked crack, dope an meth,
hosted shows, free clothes,
bubble baths, autographs,
t-shirts, soon ima make a howie action figure,
before his latest relapse,
im glad i captured pictures,
i love howie,
homie used to change my diapers,
to save him id a jumped in front of spray from snipers,
but this is just something that hes gotta do on his own,
i try to get through to him with this song yo
my uncle shoots h**n,
my father used to do c**aine,
my moms used to smoke weed with her friends when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
bummen for pieces like,
f**en for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh**,


gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f**in head through the wall,
this is drug music,
stuck with a seringe in ya arm,
im the truth like the namea this song yo,
my uncle shoots h**n,
he used to live at my crib,
sleep on my couch,
smoken newport,
wore hunchs, gave me comic books,
bought me my 1st ba** guitar,
learnt from my grandma how to tell you the future with cards,
watch the sci-fi channel,
high offa methadone,
more addictive than anything injected in the arm,
DTs 5 in the mornin,
waken my moms,
got a search warrent,
for howie but tellen them he was gone,
roamin the streets,
he was a super hero to me,
when i was 5 i used to pick the seeds out of his weed,
nodded out burnin cigarette holes in his sheets,
wake up an eat a box of captain crunch an go back to sleep,
he was a crackhead to,
he might still be,
a walkin relapse,
that motherf**ers still on the street,
you tell him right, he goes left,
show him right, he does wrong,
i hope i get through to him with this song yo,
My Uncle shoots h**n,
my father used to do c**aine,
my moms used to smoke weed with her freinds when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
bummen for pieces like,
f**en for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh**,
gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f**in head through the wall,
this is drug music,
stuck with a seringe in ya arm,
im the truth like the namea this song yo,
my uncle shoots...

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 13:02