[Intro:]
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Ye-uh Yeah
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Slum Shit
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Yeah
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[Verse 1:]
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What you mean you don't like my shit?
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Well, it's obvious that you don't have no taste and your opinions suck
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And I don't expect to be everybody cup of tea
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But don't act like I ain't killing everything I touch
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I crush every record I'm on
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So holla if you wanna get a feature while the price is right
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See I try to be friendly, the MC's offend me
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And now it's time for yall to kiss the nice guy good bye
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Besides, everyone hanging around me is a big shot
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Well is it appropriate for me to act like one?
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I try to be humble among you mother fuckas
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But some of you frontin' really act [?]
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And done what I done already its barely begun
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They say when I come wearing my hair like it's hilarious tell me what's funny
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They running when they see me juggle my gun
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Don't that they know they're gonna die?
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[Hook:]
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Die
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Haters step beside, they wanna fuck with me
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I swear to God, I¡¯ll kill em till they show respect, or not
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And everybody¡¯s gonna
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Die
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Dead, shedding blood
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I got the grave digger diggin ya plot
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I got ya body rottin deep in the ground
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Cause everybody gonna
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Die
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[Verse 2:]
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I'm not used to this music shit
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I guess that I'm cut from a different cloth
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Photographers, Bloggers, Producer pricks
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And Musicians as a whole are starting to piss me off
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Not all, just some of them rub me wrong
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Is it possible that everyone's an entrepreneur?
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Talking to you like they a Hollywood star
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And you should be lucky that they even let you get your foot in the door
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All I hear a ear full of manure
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I don't know them much more
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I can't ignore it, they just trying to hard
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To be cool, to cut heads and wiggle they fucking dreads
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I feel like I'm surrounded by dorks and corn balls galore
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Does anybody know I'm going up? I'm torn
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I'm going off on 'em and I'm continuing the manure
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Maybe I should have my boys tie 'em up with the phone cord
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The gun point tell them get the fuck
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Cause everybody gone die
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[Hook:]
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[Verse 3:]
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Johnny Valian, the head turner
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A 10 to 1 head hunter
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I bet if I met one of your girls I got head from
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And I came on the bed comforter, she didn't swallow it
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Zip up my denims and then I gave her a fake number
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And told her to "Hit me up, it's totally cool ho"
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My homie Groes saw me sent to kill in the booth though
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I wait in the industry, any rapper up in it wanna test me
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let me know I'll get to cover your tombstone
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I cock away all the way pull my weapon and draw
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Homie by the way, I don't play, disrespect me I brawl
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Take your life away by the way I'm as deadly as Saw
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I'll prolly be a killer till I'm George Jefferson bald
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Look at 'em all running for cover, they panicking
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Frantically, they don't even stand a chance with me
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My plans to be famous and get a bad bitch
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Maybe Casey Anthony'll marry me
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Then everybody gone die
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Die
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