Lyrics Special Jim - Retch

Special Jim

Victor
Sentimental shit
Tearjerkers
VIP at the Special Olympics, I had the shrimp dish
Screaming at Jim Jim from the benches «you can do it champ
This what we trained for»
Hold up
Yo
VIP at the Special Olympics, I had the shrimp dish
Screaming at Jim Jim from the benches, «you can do it champ
This what we trained for»
But he placed fourth, the saddest day in August
He paraplegic, wheelclair bound
As he approached I watch the tears come down
Such a somber sight
Embraced him tight and whispered words of encouragement
Know whats his favorite, I offered to buy him ice cream
He like sprinkles, rainbow joints with the double scoop
I drawed the hoodie on a bubble goose
His Unc a custy, Aunt suckin' cock, it’s just a family fact
The parking spot reserve a handicap
He in a different world, he never partied, never kissed a girl
Since he was 9 he sport the British curls
His moms is strugglin', work 2 jobs and she makin' nothin'
Just enough to keep her puffin', so disgustin'
Every chance she get she suckin' on that glass dick
Her son a bastard
His father died in a truck, he was drunk and crashed it
The V was bent around a tree like it was plastic
He was 6 at the time, he couldn’t comprehend
Strange man at his house his moms would just call a friend
He always there, slept in the same bed as his mother
One day he even caught 'em wrestling under the covers
Fuck
Oh my God
At least that’s what he thought they was doin', but they was screwin'
His favorite athlete Patrick Ewing, he had the jersey
Gift from his dad 'fore he died in a fiery death
He never wear it cuz it make him depressed
Damn
The outcast of his class, the butt of every joke
He hardly ever spoke
He rock a Hearing Aid, it’s hard for him to take the notes
Parent/ Teacher conference?
never showed up did his folks
But what hurts the most…
He made Deans Lists when they gave out report cards
His moms was sucking off the owner of the sports car
She couldn’t even acknowledge his academic success
So she saw it, left it right on the steps
High off rock, stumbled in the crib a couple hours later
Greeted by a piece of paper
Fell to her knees, as the tears ran down to her chin
Swallowed a couple pills with gulps of the gin
Roxycontin
The blue 'contin never to make the pain stop
Her heart gave out, then her brain stopped
In the kitchen lying lifeless
Lord, why she had to go and end it like this?
She got me…
VIP at the Special Olympics, eatin' a shrimp dish
Screaming at Jim Jim from the benches, «you can do it champ
This what we trained for»
But he placed fourth, the saddest day in August.
Fuck