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It's so simple Got a whole list of issues Inside of my brain Gathered right next to the temple Write all my rhymes in pencil So I can erase 'em The morning after I write em I wake up, read them and hate them Remember later, lay them down And made them understand Sometimes a rapper suck There's nothing I can do to change them Man, it's like I told you before You don't listen to me So I don't listen no more Give me a huge label advance And a chance at fame And I, I'll sing and dance Go right with the grain Sponsor soda companies Promote with no shame Letras de cancionesSmile, shake hands Damn, I love this game But just when you think that I'm your best friend I'ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again Till the blood soaks through your sports coat And with my Pepsi money, I'ma drink Coke You'll be stifle to trifle my cycling Ease the pain of the knife That's in my fucking back Or is that a hose? They siphonin' my spirit, man Got to attack Counter they blows with blocks In the name of all that is not wack Kick my motherfuckin system Into Auto-Rap White or black, slap your face Till your head's not attached Rocket blast, feel the slap Back of payback hurts But I've had to nurse wounds That are so much worse Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it First, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it Damn skippy Fission, fusion using the brand of raps Not currently used in hip hop Lips lock, never was part of my agenda To bend over and open up my ass cheeks So ya'll could dip cock On the radar, making other emcees jealous and green Like they name was Ralph Nader Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and I got no paper Shoulda just stuck with rock, it'a have been much safer Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater The illest of traitors, it's me, Darth Vader Nothing can save you, peace out, see ya later The dollar fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you Take you on a little journey through my life Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd But it only getting odder, I never looked to God I just wrote rhymes on paper that's lined And everyone of my lines reflects on times That I live in, giving a shit, not me Like metal band guitars Every one of my lyrics lately's in dropped E Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it First, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it Now you can't force a revolution, choosing sides Offer a helping hand to the dumb and blind Use my record like the guideline, for you to follow along Speak up and then swallow your tongue You hardcore, I'm hollow core My blue collar tour Working class hero Shit gets piled on I really hate all these motherfuckers I smiled on I'm lying on a cold table but feel like I'm dying on a rope or a cable I'm unable to breath the air through my nasal passage hole Masses don't believe me, nobody believes me Oh, ya'll think it's easy to move up like George and Weezy, exsqueeze me? Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it First, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it Damn skippy From Letras Mania