My Post-Kill Ritual

Most hired killers smoke cigars and drink brandy for their post-kill ritual. I roll into the 5th Ward, playing gangsta rap music thumpin at full blast, drinking Colt-45's. To each his own.

B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas
It's about time we had our own song
Don't know what took so long
Cause nowadays it's like a badge of honor
To be a baby mama
I see ya payin' ya bills
I see ya workin' ya job
I see ya goin' to school
And girl I know it's hard
And even though ya fed up
With makin' beds up
Girl, keep ya head up
All my

Oh, yes, my girl Fantasia Barrino, spittin' out some scandalous lyrics.... But now that you mention it, I guess it is time that it's about time that ya'll had your own song.

B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas
I see you get that support check in the mail
You open it and you're like, "What the Hell?"
You say, "This ain't even half of daycare"
Sayin' to yourself, "This shit ain't fair"
And all my girls who don't get no help
Who gotta do everything by yourself
Remember, what don't kill you can only make you stronger
My baby mama

This may come as a surprise to most of you, but I actually have a Baby Mama. We're generally not on speaking terms, but there's no doubt that I see that she gets that support check in the mail and opens it and says "What the Hell?" But my Baby Mama generally follows with "I can't hit the Neiman Marcus One Day Sale!"

.......My Baby Mama. I should have been a rapper instead of a Sea Captain or a Compliance Dude. I could have called myself "Grand Master Cap'n S" or perhaps "Sharky Whiteface Killa" or even "Cap'n Crunk."

For those of you who may be interested, this is a photograph of my Baby mama from our wedding:

B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas
Cause we the backbone (of the hood)
I always knew that (that we could)
We can go anywhere, we can do anything
I know we can make it if we dream
And I think it should be a holiday
For single mothers, tryin' to make a way
But until then, here is your song
Show love to my....

This is the same woman who won American Idol, right? I mean, seriously - what the fuck were we thinking?

You know, it comes as
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas

Not to minimize the plight of inner city Baby Mamas and the general opression of the masses by "The Man," generally referred to as that Sum-Bitch George Bush, but DAMN Fantasia, you could have done much better with your debut album. Now I'm depressed....