Prove to You

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Who the f*ck is Santino Noir?
That name ain’t displaying on the radio up in my car
And I can understand all the words that he actually says 
And most of his shit that he spits it actually makes sense!
 Oh… “He didn't push dope?”
“Doesn't have a TV show?“
“Never been shot?” 
“Didn't f*ck a celebrity?” 
“No tattoos on his throat?” 
“I mean is he white?“
“What kinda fucking name is that anyway?”
“He sounds like a wine maker locked in the closet from Italy!”
You probably think white rap is a fad
And only Eminem and The Beastie Boys will ever last 
And that this trend will pass
And one day we can all say that it went the way of the Dodo… 
Martin Lawrence, John Stamos, and Hammer Pants… 
So-so…Runtelldat!
I'm a Misfit on every stage that I play
I'm the kid from New Jersey, claiming New York City until I move to LA
A regular James vaga-Bond, double-o-seven
I got a license to kill it on earth, as I do in heaven

Cause’ I ain’t got shit
I ain’t got shit to prove you	
And ya'll know I do
Whatever the f*ck I wanna do

But I'll kill eight men 
With a bic pen 
In the bull pen 
Of a stadium 
With a pack of bulls 
And a red cape 
With an audience 
And the newsmen 
While I'm swinging around from a noose man 
Never cut myself loose just prove to yous that at this point I ain’t got shit to lose then…
Grab a bat and go to town swinging it all around
I never shut mouth singing until i catch a round… 
Horn to the chest 
I'm here to be prove I'm the best 
Then confess to a priest in church while I slap a nun in the breast
I'm like Jesus walking on water 
From land to land
Because I think its pretty clear where the f*ck that I stand
Up on a soap box 
Screaming about the latest hot topic
They got Pokemon shirts next to Slayer and Dr. Dre's The Chronic
I'm despondent…
The worlds fucked as far as the eye can see
Cocks are popping out of the ground in Dubai and DC
Shit…
A decade later we're still hearing about Lewinsky
“Growing up i never even blew bubbles… Bubbles blew me!” 

Cause’ I ain’t got shit
I ain’t got shit to prove you	
And ya'll know I do
Whatever the f*ck I wanna do

And I even have my quad shot vanilla soy latte yet…
But that won't stop me from comin hard 
Straight for your neck
Giving chicks a pearl necklace 
And dudes ending up neckless
I'm young and reckless
Man…just ask Alexandria
If you can find her
Heres a hint 
She's spread out over at least three continents 
And her head’s right next to Andreas
But don't blame me man, it’s San Andreas fault
My life’s a Rockstar game
And my brains my poisoned by my iPod
Marilyn, Eminem, Zombie, and all their friends
I'm probably this way because I grew up listening to all of them. 
I'm just…collateral damage of the American dream. 
A teen with out a clue who mimicked everything he would see on the TV 
Regardless of the consequences and the pain they would bring 
Chainsaws, big tits, and fast cars 
Were the only things that 
Made sense to me 
I love and hate this mainstream
Now lock this misfit up 
And let me throw away my own key

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