J. Unit - Damajjed Lyfe lyrics

[Intro: MC Adey P] [Verse 1: MC Adey P] Yo, I'm the victim, violence addicting Mother-f**ing * walking down, kicked my face in I've suffered enough just cause I have the AIDS Caught it from Jenkins, double-teaming queen of spades No-one understands all the sh** that I have Leaking out of my a**, down on the underpa** This problem comes from my traumatic past (traumatic past) My damaged life that I have, that I'll tell you about fast It was late one night and I was playing in the yard Just 3 years old, but could still get my dick hard So this kid was jealous and he came to beat me up But he saw my dick, pussied out and stole my toy truck I used to love that truck: that toy made me whole Without it, I cried. I lost a huge part of my soul My parents told me to shut the f** up, yo I learnt right then how hard it was to live in the ghetto [Hook: Oz Mosis] Damaged life in the ghetto, damaged life in the ghetto We live a damaged life in the ghetto (x2) [Verse 2: Oz Mosis] I once thought I'd write a rhyme that didn't rhyme (What's your take on that?) Here's mine: f** you; I don't give a f** what you think I'm standing on the brink of international break-through A talented individual, intellectual, but none of that gets through to you Cause I'm in a group; I'm at the back. I'm the * of the pack In this group of honkies, I'm the * (Daddy, why do they like MC Adey P? Why don't they like me?) Is it cause I have no birth certificate, a black man's nose So I just might be ba-ba-black sheep? Well guess what: I am the black sheep I'm the black dog; I'm the mother-f**ing bad seed A bad egg. I'm the one who crawled into Michael Jackson's bed And gave him head, then filled him full of lead. I'm the reason why he's dead Broke into his house with a gun and beat the f** out of his kids Then f**ed them in their pre-pubescent a**es one by one I have a damaged life; that you can plainly see Oz Mosis: I'm the freak who wants to cut you up and drink your f**ing pee [Hook] [Interlude: Oz Mosis & (MC Adey P)] To all the damaged kids in Detroit city (Sort out your lives or they're gonna be sh**ty) That's not a piss-take; this is fo' real (Even got a fly-a** ho with sh**-hot wheels You listen to my boy Oz Mosis: he's the man The only black guy who truly understands) And yo, I got a message for all my fans: My problems are obviously worse than yours [Verse 3: G-Magz] He's f**ed and strife, he got a damaged life A negro laughing stock for the world and his wife Just cause he got webby toes with his * nose He gotta be persecuted and wear * clothes? You say with dread, with your sh**-filled head That our negro friend is why MJ's dead? Well f** you; bet you don't even know Any boys like Oz Mosis, down from the ghetto This boy's a man with a foot-long schlong You got a bigger dick? Well you be wrong This bong's so strong, that to write this song We just spoke real slick, man racism's wrong Well boys, as wiggers, we've got to hand it down That the skin we believe in is chocolate brown Gotta greet it with a grin, not a f**ing frown Gonna rap, gonna rhyme, gonna sing this proud [Hook] [Outro: Oz Mosis & MC Adey P]