The Letter Lyrics

(Yawn)

Yeah

Mh hm

My mothe-, my mother was scared

My mother was scared of the rap I grew up on listening to

I doubt her, but damn, her head was the excuse I done flipped it into

The vinyls and scratch, right, it's again using a song as fixture or glue

Like it's gonna fish me a tune, huh

And I know in my head right, with chances of heart

That my momma gave that light to an asshole and not

A doctor, medic or god-be-damned a celebrity star

Just a cocky rebel, shock developed on relatives snobs

So clutch your balls, add a bunch of light insults

Some dumber rhymes, no consequences

Congrats, you got my songs

But to make it crunchy, test a little spice on top

Like making fun of dying motherfuckers

But respect the dead with just a rhyme or post

Hypocritical ignorant piece of - hey

In the ending tho', wish they will limit to piss on your grave

I can still see Gio sit in the kitchen and pray

Insult to injury tho', as I secretly bitch on the plate

I'm sorry momma, I never meant to be your spawn

And I know you'd love the drama if you'd read this song

All I ever wanted from you was to greet your son

And now I grew into a problem for my evil thoughts

So I wrote you a letter in hopes you could shred it

My voice is the evidence of poison I inherited

Every mess that I've done, always yelling you're done

And if my dad is a scum it's all thanks to my mom

If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say nothing

My mom was basically the opposite, a basin of gossip, hate

And in case of a crossing, her nails like facing the crossing

Of Wolverine and a cheetah, no wonder she'd see me in tears, huh

Prolly wishes the Grim Reaper could show me the door

While she switches her mean features for Tony Awards

Notorious whore - shh, throw in the towel

Don't talk to her in tongues or talk to her at all, but

I recognize that half the time that someone ask me nice, I'm just an ass

And that's asinine, but then again, that other half the time

It lets me pass a guy that's much of an ass as I

So thank you mom, very kind

Your angry son - then I sign

I don't know why people got my back always, they latch on me

"Gio, your last song's amazing, the one where you say something

About Satan or something, uhh, and hating your mo-

I'll save you the comments, but I play it like everyday

It's crazy, I love it"

I'm sorry momma, I never meant to be your spawn

And I know you'd love the drama if you'd read this song

All I ever wanted from you was to greet your son

And now I grew into a problem for my evil thoughts

So I wrote you a letter in hopes you could shred it

My voice is the evidence of poison I inherited

Every mess that I've done, always yelling you're done

And if my dad is a scum it's all thanks to my mom

To be honest with you, I wouldn't even call it abuse

But every thought it produced made me uncomfortable, rude

And it's not as common as you think or a product of views

To feel your mama's a nuke, straight coming at you

Pray mama's anew, day tomorrow's a loop

And in face of all of this music, I'd chalk it to a fluke

To say if you dropped this noon, your grave stop was mute

No embrace off from you, I'd still come at your fu-

But don't take it for granted, you were the one who raised me up

To be a pain in the ass when everyone would say it's fun

That I was basically dumb, socially inept from the start

I'll show 'em the best of my love - choking a brat in the mud

So whenever you need me, know I'm actually far

Don't pose you a question you know the answer to, Ma

Don't consult me or message, there's no patching this up

I just wrote you a letter, dear Mary, your son

I'm sorry momma, I never meant to be your spawn

And I know you'd love the drama if you'd read this song

All I ever wanted from you was to greet your son

And now I grew into a problem for my evil thoughts

So I wrote you a letter in hopes you could shred it

My voice is the evidence of poison I inherited

Every mess that I've done, always yelling you're done

And if my dad is a scum it's all thanks to my mom