Proof - Biboa's Theme lyrics

La la la la la la la la protect yourself
Da da da goodbye, D12

Weed, no seeds, last year Cannabis Cup
A druggie that mind hasn't
Been damaged enough
With danglin' nuts, I lust for angels to fuck
My cannon is tucked, move fast
I panic and bust
Brain burnt out like a mechanical clutch
I'm too schizophrenic to touch
A scandalous bunch don't gamble with trust
Scammin' for bucks
Pink candy deluxe out mishandlin' sluts
After a show bring all my fans on the bus
Next city, leave 'em dizzy
Stranded and stuck
Hangin' in clubs like blacks in slavery
Gats we aim and squeeze at acts of bravery
Maybe Big is bouncin' off what Shady lead
Can barely add, but still got ADD
(What I say?)
Work the door, make 'em play for keeps
I ain't gotta say shit 'til
The AK shall speak

To whom it may concern, this planet is fucked
Life had been hard so far
I just manage to bluff
Scandal and drugs got my hands in some cuffs
Man, it's been rough, but shit, I
Don't plan to give up, uhh

Speakin' at AA meetings while intoxicated
Trainin' a arm less fighter to box in Vegas
Plot with haters
They kill me on my block for later
Havin' free phone sex with operators
Next Grammy's, your man P is rockin' Gators
Leavin' full with rabbit ears
I'm a pocket raider
Every block invaders, all cops is traitors
Any hood thief hands get
Burnt like hot potatoes
The hardest mayor that boycott garbage sayers
Thinkin' outside the box like Harvard Squares
Wild like Ben Wallace hair
Hate the niggas that ain't spitters
Blow up off market favors (You)
So from now on I'm startin' terror
Ayo, God, here I come, tell 2Pac to wait up

To whom it may concern, this planet is fucked
Life had been hard so far
I just manage to bluff
Scandal and drugs got my hands in some cuffs
Man, it's been rough, but shit, I
Don't plan to give up, uhh

Got young famous that handle
Any further glory
Fix my son a lunch for school
So he'll murder for me
Readin' Pac and Pun tags up in pergatory
Waitin' to get in heaven or "Grimey
" that's word to NORE
Anything you heard before me
Hah, it's simple like a
Street life suburban story
Turn my poor peeps into murkers for beef
Who the fuck is Jerry? I'm searchin' for weed
And why did God make
All these worthless MC's?
Still tryin' to find out for
What purpose they breathe
My pops hit the weed and then
He birthed a new breed
I hit bad bitches raw 'cause
It's worth the disease
Hate the Ku Klux Klan
They abuse curtains and sheets
And I need 'em at home
But that's a personal peeve
The pills is still purple indeed
And I'm screamin' loud as hell "Fuck
The Earth!" when I leave

To whom it may concern, this planet is fucked
Life had been hard so far
I just manage to bluff
Scandal and drugs got my hands in some cuffs
Man, it's been rough, but shit, I
Don't plan to give up, uhh