[Cam] Father
  [Minister] Yes my son
  [Cam] Forgive me for I have sinned
  Its been 21 years since my last confession
  [Minister] 21? That seems like a very long time for
  you to miss confession my son
  [Cam] Yeah, but I'm only 19
  [Minister] 19?
  [Cam] Yeah
  [Minister] Thats interesting
  [Cam] Yeah, its like I just have these dreeeamz, and you know
    [Verse 1]
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
  Yo father, where you wanna start
  How I love ladies
  Or how I'm slug crazy
  Or how I'm a thug maybe
  From a drug baby
  I need more than just a slight high
  I mean father I'm blind out my right eye
  Don't mourn and cry
  Cause we were born to die
  So fuck mom and father cries
  I was one never to bother guys
  But when my girl got sadamized
  I was dramatized
  Shoved the dick down her throat and
  Told her it was a taste test and
  Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath
  I mean they fucked her and stuck her
  I said man fuck a AIDS test
  Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
  I'm one that like to chase death
  But that guy, got to get him hit
  Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
  Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit
  Don't give me chrome for Jenny Jones
  My man with the crime sheet
  But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece
  And she had a nice figure
  Drove a nice Vigor
  And for mr to bag her
  That I had to be a nice nigga
  Wait, wait, don't appall me yo
  I can't jump to conclusions thats all we know
  But his wife did use to call me yo
  Now I roll for the hell
  I'm sorry father
  Let me go head and tell
  How I really wanna be old in a cell
  See my two year old nephew
  I swear I was holding him well
  Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried
  I had to scold him and yell
  Ya know one thing led to another
  I said oh what the hell
  Then I threw him against the wall
  His parents I told them he fell
  Thats why I'm going to hell
  This shit ain't going that well
  Too many things I did that aren't loose
  Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost
  My grandfather got me mad
  And I peed inside hid orange juice
  And asked him if its tangy
  When I'm angry
  Then one day
  When I thought it wasn't a sin left
  I ran into my aunt
  With the fat ass and the thin chest
  I don't really wanna talk about it
  Or get in depth
  But father I'm gon' leave you
  With this last word called incest
    [Cam] You know what I'm sayin'?
  [Minister] My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord.
  Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened,
  that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated
  between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath
  boastfully, that he will not heal.
    [Verse 2]
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
  See father I lost my scruples
  Went straight banoodles
  When I raped that putu
  And tried to turn the putu
  Into, veh, Oodles of Noodles
  Now I'm chased by the voodoos
  See what that dust does
  I love that Vanessa heffa
  But I jerk off 'til I bust blood
  Oh yeah I got my balls pierced
  And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all year
  He........
    [Cam singing]
  Hey little baby don't you cry
  Mama gon' make sure you get high
  Put that vodka in your milk
  Make sure that your bottle filled
    Oh that was just a little song my mother
  Sang when she was stressed yo
  I don't know why she got mad when I cry
  If the bitch deaf yo
  Who the F know
  But death row
  I'm coming by the inches
  And them niggaz outside on the benches
  Don't think that we in the trenches
  Cause we got a 600
  And we ride like the Princess
  But my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess
  20 years old and dead
  BMX days he played the front
  I rolled the pegs
  My girl wanna know why I'm cold in bed
  Tellin' me to hold my head
  Askin' why I scold my kids
  Cause I don't want them litlle muthafuckas
  To touch the drugs I sold and did
  But fuck it I'll take my own life
  And cut a vein Black
  Why don't you do like the cartoons
  And tie me up to the train tracks
  Or fuck the glory
  Why don't you drop me from the 6th story
  That'll be a sick story
  Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories
  Oh father don't start me tweakin
  I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening
  That cold November weekend
  When I had to grab that Deacon
  And put him into my dungeons of heathens
  And then in tongues I was speakin
    [Cam speaking in tongues]
    Then I woke up to loud preaching
  Oh thats just the Pastor
  Flippin through the Bible
  Reading the scriptures on the rapture
  I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
  He missed me by a hairbone fracture
  But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
  But yet aiya
  Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire
  Like Jebaniah
  Y'knaw I'm sayin cause
  It's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit
  Father I feel like I'm dying quick
  Thats why I ain't shit
    [Cam] So, could you just please fuckin' help me please?
  [Minister] My son, my son
  [Cam] Please
  [Minister] I understand that you're stressed my son, but
  don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads....