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It's the worst nightmare, of yours..
Ey yo! I'm sick and tired of this ***, so lemme tell what I feel man!
2 steps on the walkway I don't gotta say nothin' cause the time I could've wasted is a mile away
and just stop take my smile away cause your filled with jealousy
dude your pretty much *** up shall I say
Copy these lyrics you ***' amateur noob just because I'm not famous you think you can be snoop
but I see trough you good in school, even though or fool Here's comes the shook hey look I read you like a book
This comes here next to me this is just another history
last night I talked with a guy who knew the *** of pleasement
I better write my own ***' testament before I kill everyother rapper and say I'm better than him!
Where the goods music, turn on the radio it's *** and how could I use this listen to Hopsin man he can prove it
Hate is just a part of people like Young Buck I loose it
after the battle if I was you I would choose quit
Blood, sweat and tears -- you gotta listen I know this sounds weird The truths right here, and ones on the otherside don't come near Stay away from them, don't go there
You ought to know dog, you ought to know man! Blood, sweat and tears -- the dollar addicted producers can't hear cause today
all the good artists disappear
felt like people left real rap in the rear
You ought to know dog, you ought to know man!
Shows on the road, I see circuses anywhere everywhere I see clowns prankin' people,
weird?
The riot has not started yet but wait I know it will get to the ***' clowns calling themselves detectives, is that said?
Know what I'm sayin' mayn only cause I got a decaying brain A minute and a half in the song and I'm already spraying insane
Grap some tissues, if you got any issues People called me psychopath I don't have to use any pistols
So ha! what the hell are you gon' do?
To take me down lemme send you a ***' tutorial
I do know after I'm dead people will create my memorial I've spitted a few rhymes that I did not
ought to tell!
Now I don't give a ***
cause it was always wrong with me
girls you have to understand think before you act *** like Britney,
you left me outta your mind ain't that *** but the "friend-leaver" is still me *** you girl you ain't pretty
Blood, sweat and tears -- you gotta listen I know this sounds
weird The truths right here,
and ones on the otherside don't come near
Stay away from them, don't go there
You ought to know dog, you ought to know man! Blood, sweat and tears -- the dollar addicted producers can't hear cause today all the good artists disappear feels like people left real rap in the rear
You ought to know dog, you ought to know man! Yeah you know this is what I do import all my songs into yo' iTunes my old friends yeah I just don't like you I don't give a damn cause you know who you lied to Popularity is a facade hiding your *** been there, done that and now I crashed 400 friends sometimes I miss my past I got my true friends with me so the rest of y'all kiss my ***
Suddenly I got ahellova phone calls everyday letters and messages in every way, but I'm a heavy-weight
Don't I know you? Just *** outta here, go cry out your tears thought you still my homie,
but you don't really know Loke!
you knew old me, so it's *** y'all Blow me we haven't spoken since I've began smokin'
*** everything we did and everything you told me nowadays I'm mad
so *** you can't hold me
Everything listening Everybody listening to this reminism I hate every ***' politician they're *** kissin'
coins flippin' for blood drippin' and now I'm rippin bullshittin' on this ***' by mothers in the kitchen
I'm unstoppable that's how I'm sick
and not goin' to prison word up my rhymes is kickin' as the clocks tickin'
look up all my music and hear what the *** I'm bringin' don't be likes the other ones, a god damn chicken
Blood, sweat and tears -- you gotta listen I know this sounds
weird The truths right here,
and ones on the otherside don't come near Stay away from them, don't go there
You ought to know dog, you ought to know man!
Blood, sweat and tears -- the dollar addicted producers can't hear cause today
all the good artists disappear feels like people left real rap in the rear
You ought to know dog, you ought to know man!