Richard Marx – Baby Blues lyrics

Yo yo
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man does not have his hands up
This free worlds got you pantsed up
Now whos afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 in to the 4
1 pop 2 pop 3 pop 4
4 pop 3 pop 2 pop 1
Your pop he's pop no pop none
This guy aint no motha fuckin M. C.
I know everything he's bout to say against me
I am white I am a fuckin bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy future is an uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots him self in the leg with
His own gun
I did get jumped, by all 6 of you chumps
O Ray did fuck my girl
I'm still standing here screaming fuck the free world
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck I can do
But I know something about you
You went to Clairbrook that's a private school
What's a matter dog you embarrassed
This guys a gangster
His real name in Clairence
And clairence lives at home with both parents
And clairence parents parents have a real good marrage
Tis guy don't wanna battle he shook
Cause there's no suck things a half way crooks
Hes scared to death
Hes scared to look at his fuckin yearbook
Fuckn Lain Brook
Fuck a beat I'll go a capella
Fuca a poppa doc
Fuc a clock
Fuck a trailer fuck everybody
Fuck ya'll if you doubt me
I'm a peace of fuckin white trash and I soy it proudley
And fuck this battle I don't wanna win
I'm outi
Here tell these people Something
They don't know about me