Tha Dogg - Insane Clown Posse

No, *Whimper*

I don’t have any recollection of the first time a kid felt

The piercing sting, a whip burst from his belt

And try to stay off my side with the worst welts

And crying «Mama, please stop him.

It hurts.

Help.»

When I hear the Hyundai pull up, in the closet I slide

Behind ‘em coats, prayin' I don’t see them boots, or I’ll hide (No!)

«Please let me be,» I hoped and cried

But mother always told him I was inside, fuck

His big hand reaches in (Come here!), Fists my hair

Stricken with panic, I feel it rips and tears

Yellow underwear, again I pissed in fear

Always caught the beatings, never just a scare

I turned twelve and got a bowling pin.

He trash picked

I said, «I don’t bowl,» then owned a fat lip

Mama laughs when asked how bad my stepdad hits

I’m just a sack of shit to beat on, I admit, because

I’m the dog who gets beat

(Go lay down! Bad dog!)

(Go outside! Bad dog!)

Shove my nose in shit

(Go outside! Bad dog!)

(Go outside! Bad dog!)

Why won’t mother save me?

(Go lay down! Bad dog!)

Save me