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Ya-uh Yeah Slum Shit Yeah What you mean you don't like my shit? Well, it's obvious that you don't have no taste and your opinions suck And I don't expect to be everybody cup of tea But don't act like I ain't killing everything I touch I crush every record I'm on So holla if you wanna get a feature while the price is right See I try to be friendly, the MC's offend me And now it's time for y'all to kiss the nice guy good bye Besides, everyone hanging around me is a big shot When is it appropriate for me to act like one? I try to be humble among you motherfuckas But some of you frontin' really lookin' mad I won And done what I done already it's barely begun It's scary cause everyone's wary and they say when I come Wearin' my hair like it's hilarious tell me what's funny They running when they see me drunk and my gun Dumpin' they know they're gonna die... Die Haters step aside, they wanna fuck with me I swear to God, I’ll kill 'em 'til they show respect, or not And everybody’s gonna Letras de cancionesDie Dead, shedding blood I got the grave digger diggin' ya plot I got ya body rottin' deep in the ground Cause everybody gonna Die I'm not used to this music shit I guess that I'm cut from a different cloth Photographers, bloggers, producer pricks And musicians as a whole are starting to piss me off Not all, just some of them rub me wrong Is it possible that everyone's an entrepreneur? Talking to you like they a Hollywood star And you should be lucky that they even let you get your foot in the door All I hear a ear full of manure I don't know them much more I can't ignore it, they just trying too hard To be cool, and cuttin edge and wiggle they fucking dreads I feel like I'm surrounded by dorks and corn balls galore Does anybody know I'm up? I'm torn I'm going off on 'em and I'm continuing the manure Maybe I should have my boys tie 'em up with the phone cord At gun point and tell em hit the floor Cause everybody gon' die Die Haters step aside, they wanna fuck with me I swear to God, I’ll kill 'em 'til they show respect, or not And everybody’s gonna Die Dead, shedding blood I got the grave digger diggin' ya plot I got ya body rottin' deep in the ground Cause everybody gonna Die It's Johnny Valiant: the head turner I turned to a head hunter I bet if I met - one of your girls I got head from her And came on the bed comforter and she didn't swallow it I zipped up my denims and then I gave her a fake number And told her to "Hit me up, it's totally cool ho," My homie co-signed me so I came in and bull-dozed My way in the industry any rapper offended And wanna test me let me know I'll get to cover ya tombstone I cock away all the way pull my weapon and draw Homie by the way, I don't play, disrespect me I brawl Take your life away by the way I'm as deadly as Saw I'll prolly be a killer 'til I'm George Jefferson bald Look at 'em all running for cover, they panicking Frantically, they don't even stand a chance with me My plan's to be famous and get a bad bitch Maybe Casey Anthony'll marry me Then everybody gone die From Letras Mania