Caitlin Martin! by Jass Bianchi

 

[Verse 1]

 

After my Mom and Dad had sex,

they had me.

Caitlin Martin the rap beast,

one kidney, no back teeth

And with that said,

I came into this earth as a

crack head,

with a mission to kill shit

till rap's dead.

Started writing on napkins,

Rapping in the back of black saturns

Or in the back of black's trailer,

Cursing like a sailor,

In skirts with a male purse,

Thinking, huh

Imma make it some day!

No matter what his or her Mom say

I'd rhyme on lunch breaks with Andre

Who said, "yea you good...but you're no Beyonce."

Fuck you

With a pool stick and a buck tooth,

I was gunna do it, till it comes true

So I locked myself in my room

With a used mic

And studied the dictionary from morning to night.

Replaying tapes of the Roots, impatient I was losing time.

Obessing with rhymes,

I started losing my mind.

 

 

[Chorus]

 

Hey Hey Hey

And, Imma make it some day

Hey Hey Hey

Could care less what they say

My name is

Caitlin Martin, Caitlin Martin,

Caitlin Martin...fuck you.

 

 

[Verse 2]

 

I wasn't poor nor rich,

nor gorgeous

I was just a short kid who liked horses, bitch

Who ran around courts with a head of dreads

Tripping kids when I pissed off, I missed shots cause I didn't score shit.

I was the fat girl who sat in back of classrooms, masterbating during class. EW!

I know right, I wasn't fast nor slow,

I was just the average girl, who had dreams of making it in the rap world.

I sat with black girls, who were really Puerto Rican

Cause Wiggers and Wasps, well...

Were sorta beefing.

Sometimes I'd be in the nurse's office.

I think I was worse off in class,

when my mind wondered fast.

ADHD, I made the class laugh.

I huffed inhalers till I found out it was bad.

And my Mom caught on, cause she counted all the bags,

Whatever man,

Imma be famous oneday

No matter what they say

Go head and laugh

Kiss my sacks,

I rap for the white kids

Who rocked Ecko hoodies

And the black kids who rocked

Dragon Ball Z,

You know what they call me?

 

 

[Chorus]

 

Hey Hey Hey

And, Imma make it some day

Hey Hey Hey

Could care less what they say

My name is

Caitlin Martin, Caitlin Martin,

Caitlin Martin...fuck you.

 

[Verse 3]

 

I played Biggie grab your dicks, 

Dad wasn't having it.

Shut that shit off, or imma throw it in the trash.

Since 15, I hustled at sweet 16's

Spin shit in ripped jeans

For rich kids,

Who'd tip me.

Pretty, sure they shit green, it was sickening.

If they wanted to sip, I'd sell em Jim Beam- out Dad's cabinet- to save up for this rapping shit.

I'd snag TV's off of Ebay and re-sell em to pawn shops to get me paid

I'd make mixtapes that'd play the same songs on side b,

I'd rake leaves while watching babies,

Crazy right?

Even though it wasn't lady-like,

I just wanted to spit.

But I knew if I wanted speakers,

It was grinder's keepers,

So I grinded in my Adidas

Even in College, I was supplying em reefer.

Had a mic in my closet, started writing this non-sense.

And now I'm here and here's my album.

I'm Caitlin Martin...

No doubt, huh?

 

Caitlin Martin!

No doubt, Whaa?

 

Caitlin Martin!

No doubt, Huh...

 

 

[Chorus]

 

Hey Hey Hey

And, Imma make it some day

Hey Hey Hey

Could care less what they say

My name is

Caitlin Martin, Caitlin Martin,

Caitlin Martin...fuck you.