[Verse 1]
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Yo, White eyes, black tee
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Ill rhymes, that’s me
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Hollywood is now labeled as lame
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But I’ve been on that raw shit since I came in the game
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Fuck this! Rap niggas trying act like they punk rock
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Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming “fuck cops”
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Y’all should all get your fucking nuts chopped
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You all look like you suck cock
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Bust shots if you hate me
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Yup that’ll fix the problem
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Put me out there, leave it up to Mr. Goblin
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To contribute to all the bull shits that’s dropping
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So he can take his kids out Christmas shopping
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Look at the niggas I am spitting circles around
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Verbal profound lyrics make them hurdle the town
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They washed up till they gurgle and drown
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Their whole dynasty I’m burning it down
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Funk Volume, you’ve heard of it now
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[Chorus]
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I kick the bitches out (and let the girls in)
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You baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend)
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You see I’m on the prowl (I make the world spin round)
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Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)
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[Verse 2]
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Suicide, (huh?) trust I might
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Tell them what my motto is “Fuck my life”
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Don’t need alcohol to help me "cut my wife"
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So much rage I could "crush my mic"
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See I woke up on the wrong side of my bed
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My brain works but the whole left side of it’s dead
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There’s a little small gremlin inside of my head
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And lately I’ve been feeling like I’ve been living life on the edge
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But wait a minute, this ain’t a gimmick. I can’t pretend it
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I’m a scream it loud to the world just incase that they forget it
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Be careful of some of the knowledge that you take from critics
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They tryin to execute a nigga but I stay committed
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New topic, mind over matter
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Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder
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You whack niggas don’t ever show signs of a rapper
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Is it getting to serious for you? Why, what’s the matter yo?
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[Chorus]
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I kick the bitches out (and let the girls in)
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You baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend)
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You see I’m on the prowl (I make the world spin round)
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Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)
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Yeah, the black man’s bad
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There is no topic my raps can’t smash
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The state of hip hop that can’t pass
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It’s all full of shit like a fat man’s ass (eww)
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Will y’all please just enough trust
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In you mother fuckers to leave the rust of us stuck
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I turn my head and now your messing stuff up
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All that [autotune] Just shut the fuck up
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(Damn) I’m rude and so wicked
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I’ll make sure you never blow up like a balloon with a hole in it
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I knock hustlers for a living
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Got muscles for the women
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Got puzzles for the cheering (Blaow)
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Plus I got a sick deliver
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That’ll have you niggas shivering
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And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically
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You can’t touch my shit
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So I’m going to end it just like this
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SUCK MY DICK
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I Make The World Spin
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| Hopsin |
