JAKKI THE MOTAMOUTH - Positive Rap lyrics

[Verse 1]

So the doctor tells me I'm positive, I'm reckless

How would you feel, nigga if you found out you was infected?

Ask him to run the test again, he said, "I can't"

But this is 99.9% accurate, and no chance of results being incorrect

In a fret, I ran out of the clinic like not hearing it prevents death

But bein' real with myself, I came to grips with what he said

Now the fear starts settin' in, all sort of thoughts ran through my head

Like the pain I'ma have to endure and the embarrassment

All of it'll fade me quick, can't have no baby sick

And who's the crazy bitch who gave me this virus?

Figured I'd never catch it, but now I'm livin' it

A grown man cries when he knows his time is limited

Used to be player, yeah it seems I played myself

for thinkin' every broad I fucked around with had their health

I'm walkin' down the street wondering how I could

explain this shit to my mother and friends, or if I even should

Maybe I shouldn't, 'cause then I'll be looked at different

I remember when I would make fun of cats like that and wouldn't

listen to a word they had to say

But now look at me: I ain't actin right

The fear has caused a loss of appetite

Let a virus snatch my life, and now I learned a painful lesson

just the thought of it keeps me in deep depression

[Chorus x4]

The virus... who gave me this virus?

[Verse 2]

It took about a couple of weeks for me to get used to my new handicap

Now most can't stand me, black, 'cause I'm heartless and lifeless

I started off scared, but now I hate the world

Police lookin' for a male, my height who raped a girl

Only 14 years of age, her name was Pearl

Yeah that was me, I admit it, it almost made me hurl

Sometimes I be callin' up chicks I used to work with

Give 'em dick, get 'em sick, 'cause none of them are worth shit

See I'm thinking 'bout death every minute, can't hardly stand it

A bitch gave me this illness, I'll give it to the planet

You don't understand the anger that flows from heel to wrist

I'm angry at hoes, bros, and those who still exist

I go to malls, talk to broads, g'd up and get the digits

It's silly how quick I can hit once the liquor kicks in

Stickin' chickens sometimes taking women I couldn't have

I could be hittin' someone you with so you shouldn't laugh

A broad with syphilis, a yam wit Hepatitis B

Another with herpes, I'm already dead it don't bother me

I'm normal to my dogs, they don't notice the change in style

We ran a train on 3 broads, they all infected now

Now they can't say shit, but still I'ma keep it secret, see kid

what they don't know won't hurt 'em, I guess for now at least it's

kinda funny, I thought I'd be livin' it up makin' money

But now I have no future, dunny, none of my days are sunny

So what the hell? I might as well end my life now

I'm livin' trife style, I picture the doctor's slight smile

when he told me I'm positive

I'm positive I'm 'bout to rob this bank

I'm sick of livin' kids I'm goin' out with a bang

Walk inside a national city with a shotty

Screamed "everybody get on the ground or we gon' have a bloody lobby"

The teller was frightened, tryin' to dodge a massacre

She gave me all of her cash, but afterwards I blasted her

Fuck y'all people, I shot at every person in the building

I terminated 8 citizens, 2 of them were children

The rest I left fled to the flack contemplatin' what I did

Feelin' remorse for dumpin' shots on little kids

who never had a chance at life

What the fuck was I thinking? I made this bed I sleep in

I woke up as a weakling

My anger was childish I realize that now

and choose to turn myself in

'cause I seen my face all over the 6'o clock news

And I deserve to be in prison, or whatever fate I have to face

I hear sirens surround the place so now I wait

I got a .380 to my temple when the phone rings

I tear trickles down my cheek when I hear the answer machine

[Answer Machine:]

"Hello this message is for Mr. Rubin, um...this is Dr

Huffer. We're really not supposed to disclose this type of information over

the telephone, but I do have some good news for you. We seem to have a bit

of a mix-up with the blood test... like I said he have some good news, you're

negative... "

Jakki: Oh, no! OH, NO! NO! NO! [gunshot]

"... so I deeply apologize for any inconvenience or unnecessary strife this may

have caused for you. And if you have any questions, give me call, the

number's (614)-827-3545. I'll be in my office today, and pretty much all

day. Thank you very much and again, we do deeply apologize for the

inconvenience and the mistake. Have a good day."