"My Uncle" as written by and William Braunstein....
- Chorus: -

My Uncle shoots hereon
My father used to do cocaine
My mom's used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit gangsta' rap is a fraud
This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music so put a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of this song
Yo, my uncle shoots hereon

- Verse 1: -

Bathroom floor, found a syringe
When I was on the hydro tour
Howie went out in a binge
This snake bitch I was fucking even took him to cop
A month later he was on the floor lookin' for rock
Missed a flight to Czech Republic, walked in the path
Of Howie lying in his own puke dying from crack
Cocaine poisoning, he shot the heroin since fourteen
February 2003, he was clean
I helped him out, he kicked crack, dope, and meth
Hosted shows, free clothes, bubble-baths, autographs
T-shirts, soon I’mma make a Howie action figure
Before his latest relapse I’m glad I captured pictures
I love Howie, homie used to change my diapers
To save him I’d have jumped in front of spray from snipers
But this is just something that he’s gotta do on his own
I try to get through to him with this song yo

- Chorus: -

My Uncle shoots hereon
My father used to do cocaine
My mom's used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit gangsta' rap is a fraud
This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music so put a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of this song
Yo, my uncle shoots hereon

- Verse 2: -

He used to live in my crib
Sleep on my couch
Smokin' new-ports 100's
Gave me comic books, bought me my first bass guitar
Learn from my grandma' how to tell you the future with cards
Watch the Sci-Fi channel high off of methadone
More addictive than anything injected in the arm
D.t.'s five in the morning wakin' my moms
Got a search warrant for Howie, tenenbaum is gone
Roaming the streets, he was a superhero to me
When I was five I used to pick the seeds out of his weed
Nodding out, burning cigarette holes in his sheets
Wake up and eat a box of Captain Crunch then go back to sleep
He was a crackhead too, he might still be
A walking relapse, that motherfucker’s still on the street
You tell him right he goes left
Show him right he does wrong
I hope I get through to him with this song yo

- Chorus: -

My Uncle shoots hereon
My father used to do cocaine
My mom's used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit gangsta' rap is a fraud
This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music so put a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of this song
Yo, my uncle shoots
- (Fades) -
My uncle shoots
My uncle shoots
My uncle shoots


Lyrics submitted by AssassinReaper

My Uncle song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain