| I erupt like a bomb, so give up the baton
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| I’ll slap you after bustin' a f*ckin' nut in my palm
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| Why you muggin' me like something was wrong?
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| Just take a puff of the bong
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| And let me leave your mind corrupt from the song
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| See you can’t stop me, 'cuz I’mma brainwash teens
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| And create false dreams 'cuz it pays off clean
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| I’m just an idiotic, ironic, symbolic, Illuminati product
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| That’s gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh)
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| This industry business is all screwed up
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| I have no favorite rapper because all you suck!
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| I sever the weakest n*ggas who not on my pedigree
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| Cuz on a tombstone is as hard as their name will ever be
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| I’m judged by my wild image a lot
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| And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot
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| I do! |
| Be offended by every sentence I jot
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| I got some militant thoughts, and you ain’t killin' 'em off!
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| So listen
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| I sag my pants until my ass shows
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| I even slap hoes (B*tch)
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| Yeah, I’m an asshole
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| Yeah, yeah
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| And your parents hate me 'cuz I love you (So?)
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| Tell 'em I said «F*ck you!»
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| Yeah I said «F*ck You!»
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I snuck in Drake’s house when he was alone inside
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| You can say I have a bogus mind
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| I dimmed the lights down and closed the blinds
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| Around his neck is where my rope was tied
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| I yanked on it 'till it broke his spine (Yeah!)
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| Lately I been f*cking pissed off (Why?)
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| 'Cuz everybody sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw
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| I’ll start a big brawl, and slam his ass into a brick wall
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| And have a fat n*gga sit on him, Rick Ross (Boss!)
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| I don’t play with this rap sh*t
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| I got no life, I stay in the attic
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| F*ck a rap career, I’m waiting to smash it
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| Soulja Boy you got a corny flow
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| So you can suck my f*cking d*ck through a glory hole
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| I’m just being me, what you tryna hate for?
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| All you n*ggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claiming he skateboards
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| Yeah right, that n*gga can’t even ollie
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| Push him away on the dolly, not even Satan can stop me!
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| What?
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| I sag my pants until my ass shows
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| I even slap hoes (B*tch)
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| Yeah, I’m an asshole
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| Yeah, yeah
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| And your parents hate me 'cuz I love you (So?)
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| Tell 'em I said «F*ck you!»
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| Yeah I said «F*ck You!»
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I’m probably the sickest motherf*cker who don’t get recognized
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| Eazy-E's wife’s life somewhere now jeopardized
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| She signed me and I was set aside
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| For like 3 and a half years, I don’t think I remember why
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| I’m f*cking dope and this is my reward?
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| That’s wacker than the 500 dollars you signed me for!
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| Eazy’s dead now, yeah the label’s finally yours
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| Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy whore!
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| You can’t maintain what Eric built
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| I know he’s in his grave turning like a ferris wheel
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| Don’t think you cool just 'cuz you inherit mills
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| B*tch bare of skills
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| I’m Hopsin, I spit sh*t so unfair and real
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| I got some deep, dark issues within
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| All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend
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| F*ck Ruthless! |
| B*tch, I’ll never lend you a hand!
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| And I’mma make sure nobody ever sign with you again!
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| You know why?
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| I sag my pants until my ass shows
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| I even slap hoes (B*tch)
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| Yeah, I’m an asshole
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| Yeah, yeah
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| And your parents hate me 'cuz I love you (So?)
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| Tell 'em I said «F*ck you!»
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| Yeah I said «F*ck You!»
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| Yeah, yeah |