Fuss Poem by Tracy Morgan

What's this girl makin a fuss out of?
Don't get pregnant, I've got a lot riding on this,
It'll be so big,
But that's what she said.
You were raped, it's something to be proud of, i tell ya,
You know, if it weren't for me,
You wouldn't have even gotten laid, babe.

What's this girl makin a fuss out of?
There's so many things you could've done, babe,
Like, stitch your shirt longer from your hip line,
Wait, they do do that in stitcheries, don't they?
I give you my money, my attention,
Precious stuff I could've been giving to my video games,
So just bend down, and do what I say, babe.