ICP: Deadbeat moms

Bitch back up cause your dimmin my shineYou got nine kids, only two of them mineI get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similacBitch start giving back, fuck hittin thatYour shit loop like a bowl of soupAnd every time Im with you, Im smelling nothing but baby poopYou got WIC food stamps, and ADCWhy you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrelAnd Ima murder any friend of the courtThrow a bomb in they office on the way to the airportThen blast off, catch a flight to another lifeFive baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes They wont stifle, always wanna fight and for whatGet the rifle one to her butt, POP!I wont have it, bitches wont fly straight And I got two more bitches callin sayin they lateBaby momma blues[Chorus]Deadbeat moms are chasing me aint no one on my sideIm packin all my shit up and Im taking off tonightBitch leave me alone[Esham]Fuck my baby momma, with that baby dramaCallin me while Im in the Bahamas with Lana and DonnaTwo freaks that I met with the hummer from last summerAnyway bitch, howd u get my new numberFuck my baby momma, she need a new weed?That bitch did something that I couldnt believeShe called up a priest, she called the policeAnd then called a lawyer and took half of my pieceFuck my baby momma, I cant see it like Stevie WonderAll I know is when it rains it thundersMy baby momma took me underFuck my baby momma, and my thirty kidsDont tell me bout shit that none of them did To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin the dramaFuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma[Chorus]Deadbeat moms are chasing me aint no one on my sideIm packin all my shit up and Im taking off tonight[Shaggy 2 Dope]I got the baby momma blues from in my shoesYou dont love them kids, you only keep them to use You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers How that happen?You got me plottin a kidnappingBaby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off!All I know, you shoulda just jacked me offHe looks like me, bitch, he looks just like youDamn, just a piece of neden ?Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasnt enoughYou met some punk and he stole your stuffYou wrecked your car they cut off your phoneBaby mommas blowin me upAINT NOBODY HOME!How much money, just for three kidsI got three other hoes layin down they bidsDont think I wont choke out all 4 of they facesI got baby mommas in phenomenal places[Chorus]Deadbeat moms are chasing me aint no one on my sideIm packin all my shit up and Im taking off tonightLeave me alone[Esham]There you have it, manThese hoes done lost they minds, manThese hoes keep tryin to hit a brother with chargesSo I just keep on hittin them with gauges You know what Im sayin?These hoes can just jump up off me manI dont give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what Im sayin?Fuck what the DMA sayI just had another one manYeah, its tryna get meI dont know manI dont know what they gone doBut if they break up out this..