Check Your Kids

(T)  "CS. What the fuck is up with your little boy?"
(CS) "What are you talking about?"
(T)  "What the fuck you teaching that nasty motherfucka?"
(CS) "Hold on now. Watch who you calling a motherfucka."
(T)  "Him and you. The nasty shit he's been doing. He gets it  
     from his nasty-ass daddy. See I don't know why I      
     babysit him in the first place. But you can bet your ass
     it won't happen again.
(CS) "You ain't telling me shit but running your mouth."
(T)  "Then let me tell you the fucking story-"

"Your bad ass son ain't nothing but three
Already talking about how he's going to fuck me,
"The motherfucka can't wipe his ass or correctly pee
And don't even know how to spell the word pussy,
"He just like his daddy a motherfuckin whore
Peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom door,
"I be hearing his ass goddamn giggling
Always trying to stop my breast from wiggling,
"He need to wiggle his ass to some numbers and ABC's
Instead of looking between my legs trying to see what he can see,
"The nasty little bastard, asking me is my pussy pink
Or do it have a eyeball and can it wink,
"Pissed off like a motherfucka, because I sent him to bed
Calling me all kinds of skanks and screaming bitch give me head,
"I had his bitch, because he got fucked by my belt
But that ass whooping didn't even help."

(Brim Laughing) "That motherfucka is bad! Aww hell naw!"
(T)             "All that nasty shit he's getting from CS. And
                you know it. Must be fucking those skanky ho's
                when he's around."
(CS)            "Bitch you can't talk. Especially with your
                trick-ass daughter."
(T)             "I'm a good bitch!"
(CS)            "Like your daughter's a good trick. I guess the
                shit don't fall far from the tree. Or pussy for
                that matter."
(T)             "Watch your mouth."
(CS)            "You watch yours. What you need to be doing is
                putting your foot in her ass! Before she run up
                on the wrong motherfucker."
(T)             "Motherfucka you ain't saying shit. But talking
                in riddles. Spit the shit out."
(CS)            "Alright T. Listen up-"

"You talk about bad ass kids
Especially what your daughter went and did,
"All up on a motherfucka and never leaving me alone
Walking around half-ass naked when your not at home,
"Telling me she may be young, but can still be my sex slave
Because a blowjob don't have a age,
"But it sure as hell have a jail term
That's why around the neighborhood her nickname is Miss. Burn,
"Trying to get me to hose down her fire
Her hot ass is more electrical then a live wire,
"Talking about nothings wrong with a little bump and grind
And saying pussy without dick is like living and dying,
"Everywhere I go the girl is there
Surprising me with sneak peeks of her pubic hair,
"And when I tell her to stop that shit
All it starts is a big fucking argument!"

(T)  "My baby-girl ain't like that. You only saying that shit
     because your son isn't nothing but a perverted, nasty
     freak!"
(CS) "Damn woman. I'm telling you the truth to your motherfuckin
     face and you still don't believe me."
(T)  "Nope."
(CS) "Brim. You better tell her-"

"Your baby-girl ain't no fucking saint
And like her pussy-her attitude stank,
"Me and CS have told her she need to stop
But her head is as hard as a rock,
"The girl just don't wanna listen
Having fools screaming while their pissing,
"Burning motherfuckas who get up in it
Having them the next day at the motherfuckin clinic,
"Crackhead Rallo she gave him a blow
On his Grandma's living room flo',
"And then there was Robert, Kevin, Tommy, and Dwayne
Last Saturday, on that pussy they ran a train,
"Then there's a rumor she was messing with Juile
But I don't think she down graded to eating pussy,
"I'm not telling you this to upset your mind
But your baby-girl is giving up that behind."

(CS)            "And that's a motherfucking fact."
(T)             "I have to go. It's someone's ass that's gonna
                get beat!"
(Brim Laughing) "Don't kill her. At least let her be able to eat
                through a straw."
(CS)            "Speaking of ass whooping. I gotta go handle my
                shorty. I'll holla at you later Brim."
(T)             "Yeah Brim-later."
(BRIM)          "Damn. I'm glad I don't have no motherfuckin
                kids. Hey Sharon. What's up? Ain't seen you in
                about a couple of months."
(Sharon)        "Yeah Brim. We need to talk."