For those of you that dont know, Marshall dropped a song about her on his Relapse album, and Nick Cannon had a bitch fit about it.
Locked in Mariah's wine cellar all I had for lunch, Was red wine, more red wine, and captain crunch, Red wine for breakfast and for brunch, And to soak it up and in between snack, crackers to munch, Mariah, what's ever happened to us, why did we have to break up, All I asked for was a glass of punch, You see, I never really ask for much, I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such, A nasty breakup with that Laftin Hunkler, Weisman Gale, Nick Cannon better back the fuck up, I'm not playin, I want her back you punk,... And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya, You can beat me with any spatula thatcha want, I mean I really want you bad you cunt, Nick you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your sack of junk,
I ain't playin' no ****' more, Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the **** whore, Every minute there's a sucker born, Snuck up on Malachai and made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn, Shuck of, shuck of corn, shuck of corn, Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fucken on, What the fuck are you doin', You're runnin' over the snow blower, With the lawnmower, blow on your Bagpipes from Baghdad
I've seen good days and bad nights. I've seen dark houses without lights. And big houses without water. I've seen beautiful little daughters, become easy young girls. I've seen us abuse her for years. And now I see the revenge of the world.
For those of you that dont know, Marshall dropped a song about her on his Relapse album, and Nick Cannon had a bitch fit about it.
Locked in Mariah's wine cellar all I had for lunch, Was red wine, more red wine, and captain crunch, Red wine for breakfast and for brunch, And to soak it up and in between snack, crackers to munch, Mariah, what's ever happened to us, why did we have to break up, All I asked for was a glass of punch, You see, I never really ask for much, I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such, A nasty breakup with that Laftin Hunkler, Weisman Gale, Nick Cannon better back the fuck up, I'm not playin, I want her back you punk,... And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya, You can beat me with any spatula thatcha want, I mean I really want you bad you cunt, Nick you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your sack of junk,
I ain't playin' no ****' more, Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the **** whore, Every minute there's a sucker born, Snuck up on Malachai and made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn, Shuck of, shuck of corn, shuck of corn, Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fucken on, What the fuck are you doin', You're runnin' over the snow blower, With the lawnmower, blow on your Bagpipes from Baghdad
take this shit to growING pains youngin.. or the reason or some shit..
u got pussy? so what.. u gettin money? and... when u got pussy gettin u money THEN we can talk..
Until then, sit back, shut the fuck up.. and maybe ull learn u some shit...
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for A joke You smokin' crack? 'fore I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground, 'fore I put some whack Shit out
