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Here we go, Kells Base in your face, get the whole taste Rolling hate from a plate pop a whole mace Hit the bank, issa flex for some old drink Lit a J, do the rolls, make the hoes race Anywhere I go, I make them hoes faint I-I hit and they fine like they old pain Celebrate with my doubts, got it on tape Smoke from the bus make the sky all pape All we know is rage, all wе know is rage I got a fucking circus going backstage Can't bring bunnies from thе front page Got the strippers stole at someone at fourth grade Real rockstars make the glass break Real popstars make they ass shake Hip-Hop mix the water with the corn flakes But they are not what they say These people are fake This is not a song for the radio, this is not a song for the radio This is just a come from the storm back in the label With a [?] make the muthafuckers penny, ho Wake up on a roll with the same clothes Brush my teeth, [?] yo Letras de cancionesBitch, I'm from Cleveland so tell the people I'm around here But I'm jumping at these speakers until crowd good Real rockstars make the glass break Real popstars make they ass shake Hip-Hop mix the water with the corn flakes But fuck 'em because they all fake Wooh Tell me if you ask me, think I give a fuck My parents never had a son, they had a nut Never had a girl, I only had a slut Dirty dog, I'm a mutt, watch me live it up Trash came from a robber, huh Trash bag full of a hundred, huh Trans hand do a hundred, huh Dash cam got me running, ahh I'm american’s bad boy, rebel without a cause So every ground flaw, [?] middle finger [?] I take [?] [?] without a source This is rock, uncut snuff, better get you fucked up Starring all the rappers like a lunch truck Industry don't understand, they tough nut I'm from the guts, where they guts getting butt-fucked Hate me, underrate me, fuck, take me But put me on the same level as Jay-Z A wolf in me, I think that I got the rabies on the best way rock since the 80s Break the neck if you crazy What type of sucker paid into a riot? I got the power, I will not be silent Bitch, I'm from Cleveland so tell the people I'm around here And I'm jumping at these speakers until crowd good Real rockstars make the glass break Real popstars make they ass shake Hip-Hop mix the water with the corn flakes But fuck 'em because they all fake From Letras Mania