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Born Ugly
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Born Ugly was released on December 6, 2011 by Distrophonix as a part of the album Lyrical Lean
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Release DateDecember 6, 2011
LabelDistrophonix
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

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Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
Hard luck is her brother
Friday's child, born a little ugly
Born ugly on the inside
Friday's child
Peggy was born in 1928, a child reformation hate
A mama bit off way more than she could chew with too much on her plate
She couldn't get over the pain from the rape
And simply had no helping and so it means to escape
One dark rainy night late, drunk driving swerving down the interstate
She decided enough was enough and she
Could no longer wait to procrastinate
Finally said her last goodbyes and dropped the
Baby off at an out-of-state orphanage escape
Farewell, she said to the baby, I will no
Longer be involved in your life or your fate
But wait, she inexplicably exclaimed
What does God have in store for my fate?
Silently she began to weep and contemplate in a deep state
Agitated and irate, back in those days
There was a high infant mortality rate
And the rape was definitely enough to
Be justifiable to motivate and actuate
The slaying of a baby, more like a simple single act of mercy
'Cause without a shadow of a doubt
This child's soul was tainted and dirty
Unworthy of a Christian life, unholy from conception
Bloodthirsty in the womb and the evil need suppression
From the devil, we need protection
And this baby is a major indiscretion
Mama was stressing from these overwhelming hard learned lessons
The baby was anything but a blessing
Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
Hard luck is her brother
Friday's child, born a little ugly
Born ugly on the inside
Friday's child
Despite Peggy's sweet adopted Dutch mom, Peggy could not remain calm
As she grew through the years, she
Filled with more fuel than a Chevron
Or an Exxon, something inside her raised until
She blew like a laboratory-grade hydrogen bomb
Full of hellfire and damnation without
Salvation, she hissed and spit napalm
And pushed everyone away, each and every
Day until they were all fucking gone
Four kids and a husband all gone
'Cause she was never able to be stable and never really be a mom
Predisposed from bad genetics, constantly attracted to sin
Like my name, only concerned for herself
Her luxuries, her money, aesthetics and cosmetics
Growing into an overweight self-loathing diabetic
Constantly in need of diuretics
Lack of use of energy, that's kinetic, somebody please call a medic
This fat bitch is so sad, so weak and so pathetic
Honestly I try to be sympathetic, but bad genes are prophetic
And sadly a life and a heritage is maybe darkly poetic
I need to calm down, somebody please tell me where's the anesthetics
For these words I am unapologetic, I'm a wild untamed heretic
Heretic, sick and sadistic from my ancestry
Nothing can stop me, this is who I'm destined to be
It's the genes in me
Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
Hard luck is her brother
Friday's child, born a little ugly
Born ugly on the inside
Friday's child
You can't escape from your genes by climbing up your family tree
The only way to escape is to blow yourself to smithereens
So by all means I get baked like some
Beans, smoking on the sticky green
Soaking my family tree in kerosene and mucho mas gasoline
Then listening to it crackle and its leaves start to scream
Written by: Gareth Percy Jones, John Goodsall, Phil Collins, Robin Lumley
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