Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song But No Thanx, artist - Esham. Album song Suspended Animation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.08.2010
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
But No Thanx |
| Dear Fan |
| You don’t even understand |
| Even though you not a part of the Illuminati |
| You still a part of the plan |
| Tell me when the last time you been to the record store |
| Shit, you haven’t |
| Cause you don’t even buy records no more, yo |
| You not the same fan I had ten years ago |
| Day 1-ers listening to Wicketshit 'til their ears was sore |
| They like the old E, and not the new E |
| Well shit I like the old fans |
| Who used to cop the new CD |
| So fuck a new fan |
| You not a true fan |
| Another motherfucker with a negative opinion |
| Saying my name is all in the game |
| The fans ain’t the same |
| You should be ashamed |
| Bet you feel real smart in a room full of dummies |
| Since I King Tut, the game’s been wrapped like a mummy |
| We ain’t gotta be chummy |
| You ain’t gotta love me |
| This ain’t about a freeestyle |
| It’s about the money |
| What you want me to say to you |
| I’ll play for you |
| The Wicketshit will never die |
| But I’ma pray for you |
| Cause you sit back and comment on me |
| About all the music I put out that you getting for free |
| Now ain’t that a bitch |
| Tell me how you gonna hit a home run |
| When they’re scared to pitch |
| Foul ball (x8) |
| You just a foul nigga |
| And you know it |
| I’m just a motherfucking poet |
| A killer, but I very rarely show it |
| The microphone a hand grenade |
| Pull a pin and throw it |
| You not the same fan, hip hop supporter |
| Napster conspiracy, New World Order |
| I think my patience is growing shorter |
| 75% of my life put on a tape recorder |
| The day 1-ers respect it |
| Fake fans dissect it |
| Talk shit, Internet connected |
| Dear fan, you finicky like Felix the Cat |
| With the Mickey Mouse raps |
| Cause you just a rat |
| But it’s sort of comedic so I laugh, son |
| Opinions are like assholes |
| Everybody has one |
| Like the last few |
| Don’t make me blast you |
| I gives a fuck what you think |
| Nigga, who asked you |
| Foul ball (x8) |
| For the fake fan that’s so opinionated |
| Woo woo, outdated |
| Wicketshit I created |
| So shut the fuck up and shut the fuck up |
| And when you finished shutting the fuck up |
| Shut the fuck up again |
| The perfect blend |
| Amen, another sin |
| Superstition, new edition |
| I set another trend |
| On a one way street |
| Headed down a dead end |
| I can drive you to suicide |
| Come on get in |
| Dear fan, you need to play this on repeat |
| And never comment on my album |
| If you ain’t got a receipt |
| Cause you just sound like you talking deep |
| But really the fact of the matter is your ass cheap |
| Foul ball (x8) |
| Yeah, definitely not the same fans… that it was |
| True Suicidalists… niggas buy records |
| See it’s gotta change, you know what I’m saying |
| Foul ball to all the fake fans downloading music |
| Stealing, you know |
| You’re not the same |
| You used to be the shit |
| You used to be dope, nigga |
| I used to see you riding down the street bumpin' that shit |
| A real motherfucker, yeah |
| That’s what I’m talking about |
| Real fans |
| Not these fake ass Internet wack ass journalists |
| Hip Hop Horrorcore |
| Fake ass whatever the fuck ya’ll trying to be |
| Foul ball |