| Ladies and gentlemen
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| There’s a lot of people have to thank
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| For gettin me where I am today
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| But most of all… I wanna thank you
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| You sick of my fat face? |
| Sick of my fat basslines
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| And unapologetic rhymes that I spit cause I’m sick of (YOU)
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| In this rat race, I’m stuck at a fast pace
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| So everybody back up and fall in line, yeah I’m talkin to (YOU)
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| With this anger, that’s fuelin my engine
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| When I’m back with a vengeance, to aim every sentence towards (YOU)
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| I’m breakin in windows, and hoppin the fences
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| I’m here lookin for (YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU-YOU, YOU-YOU, YOU~!)
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| Yeah; |
| the game is full of crabs, the world is my oyster right
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| The snakes in the grass with a poison bite got a voice tonight
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| My pen screams anger you ain’t got the voice to write
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| The choice to like, I hoist the mic, it’s a heist
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| Jesus Christ, my forehead’s covered in thorn cuts
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| Head full of robbery visions, powder and porn sluts
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| I was born nuts, grew to be more crazy
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| Raised by Scorsese and St. Ide’s 40's, I’m all hazy
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| Slanty-eyed shorties look at me crookedly
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| In high school I cracked fortune cookies
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| Bet with the bookie and played hookey
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| Puffed Crazy Eddie and leaky-leaky until it took me
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| To a state of grace, I processed it in my database
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| I realized that you haters ain’t shit to me
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| My future’s my destiny, my present’s my gift, I’m makin history
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| My past was catchin up to me but damn it I outran it
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| I used your hatred for motivation and ran it across the planet
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| Who told me I had rules to follow there wasn’t no way around
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| And was faced with a chance to stand up and dance but was layin down
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| Who was talkin while someone else was doin and layin ground
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| When it was time to speak up, who didn’t even make a sound?
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| Who had certain thoughts they always tried to keep from me, fellas
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| Like I couldn’t see it, tell me who was secretly jealous
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| Who said they woulda, coulda and shoulda
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| Never understood or put a foot in the game
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| Splashin the mud outta the gutter
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| Do it stitter-stitter-stutter, who’s the idiot that muttered
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| The cocksucker who hated on me, every word I uttered
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| Who had the balls and the ego to be called an amigo
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| Like they down for the cause, but we saw shit and we know
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| You a faker, a phony, a fraud, guess they don’t know me at all
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| Can’t even look in my eyes, you ain’t my homey or dawg
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| You just a bitch and a snitch, you just a fag with no balls
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| I’ll throw my fist in your face, watchin you stagger and fall |