INTRO:
Secretary:
Lasto, I didn’t want to answer your phone but...you had a couple of voicemails and I just.... I listened to the voicemails and... there’s one from your mom... she sounds a little upset, y’know she sounds like I don’t know. And there’s one from your dad and he didn’t sound pleased either, but he didn’t have as many words as your mom had, but he sounded mad... then there was one from your brother and uh I don’t know. You might want to just check your voicemails...see...y’know you might wanna...you might want to talk to them...soon

Last Offence:
Uh....uh-huh...uh... Yeah, yeah, check, check

When my momma gets her hands around me / she gon put her foot in my ass / she’ll ask questions last, bash me first / with her purse, whatever’s handy / that is a woman of God, she steady screamin’ for God to damn me / When my brother gets his hands around me / he gon manhandle me, he’s bigger than me, likes to make a man bleed don’t he? / Give me the beating that he owes me, for uh, being gay up on the mic, embarrass him in front of homies / When my daddy gets his hands around me (Uh-oh) / he’s homicidal / leave me wet like a tidal wave / wave his fifth amendment away / he tell the judge and jury, shit yeah I did it / I would do it all day if I could / what’s really good in the hood patna? / Couldn’t be no lawyer or no doctor, I’m a rapper not a robber okay / I know I’ll never be no husband or no father / but at least I’m not in the clink, chillin with the coppers / S’all good

Secretary:
Lasto, I don’t know, I mean, you should show some restraint, y’know? Or some remorse...you should call them back... I really think you should. These messages sounded pretty angry. They did. I mean...I just, I want you to have a good relationship with everybody in your life, right? I want things to be happy.