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This one's for everyone thinkin' I fucked Erin
But, no, I never hit it
Never got past first if you wanna get specific
How's that for airing out my dirty laundry? Terrific
It's like I get into a trance whenever I spit it, dig it?
See, now the whole hood's lookin' at me wrong
'Cause I rapped about a white girl over a Paramore song
Okay, it was a bit unconventional
But, admit it, to do it really required some testicles
It just goes to show that the flow hit a nerve
Sticks and stones break bones but I could kill you with words
Hit 'em with that "Ace" Franklin that knocked Chuck Liddell out
I've got scores to settle, punishment to shell out
Well now, I guess we should just cut to the chase
Niggas in the game can't keep up with my pace
Can't win the race
Poor little Tink Tink
Big hammer put these shots right where you think, think
'Fore I could blink life did a one-eighty
I guess I said somethin' that made you go and hate me
Got a Dear John letter in the mail from Melissa
Tellin' me to go f*ck myself, go figure
So I'm back on the liquor and the chron'
Puttin' all my wrongs in the songs for those who follow along
Screamin' "I'm Gone!"
Ashlea caught me in the bathroom with a blonde gettin' my Roethlisberger on
But I'm on the heroin, I swear I'm goin' clean
Swear to the Father that I spit it for the Bean
So when Clinton Sparks passed up on me it kinda sucked
But I came back harder than a Blake Griffin dunk
Now they love me, pour drinks when I come around
Two girls, one cup, shit's about to go down
Niggas shot Dukati and robbed LT for money
Now the whole hood panic like Stan Van Gundy
Shout out to BooBrad, the homie Lee Majors
My nigga MA Dre said, "G, go get the paper,
And if the haters hatin', let the motherfuckers hate you."
The mic to me is like the urn to The Undertaker
But we celebratin', baby, it's a huge event
I am three years removed from my last suicide attempt
Do what you do, go with the feelin'
Three's in the air, Graveyard in the buildin'
Hands to the sky, I swear on my life
I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow, I live for tonight
Feel this moment for the rest of your life
Feel this moment for the rest of your life
Hands to the sky, I swear on my life
I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow, I live for tonight
Feel this moment for the rest of your life
Feel this moment for the rest of your life
I took a loss in New York but I came back a winner
Now my attitude cold like the winter
Same attitude that made Steph walk out on me at dinner
But these kids are pissin' me off, call me Principal Skinner
I was gone
I ain't know how to deal with the trauma
I was feelin' lost, almost lost my momma
More commas on the check brought more drama
As I sit back and take in more ganja
And ask why I can't love a girl like Yole Anna,
Cousin Mike said to me, "You know what's your problem?
You be tryin' to f*ck life without no condom.
Meanin' you ain't breedin' nothin' but bad karma.
And you know that the Lord warned you,
Can't pour gasoline on the fire and expect a sauna.
'Cause when the house burn down like Em and Rihanna,
You'll do anything to get out that bitch, Carson Palmer."
I can't quit, that is not how I was raised
The game's full of Yankees and Tampa Bay Rays
They hatin' on the Bean, they told me give it up
But Boston made Layne like Chicago made Punk
So I scream it in every song
Rep the town like Ben Affleck 'til I'm gone, baby, gone
They say I'm somewhere in between J. Cole and Drizzy
But they the ones who said it was smart to bet against me
Layne Cobain, the Rehab Hero
I spit cocaine, you are just Coke Zero
When you clean they examine how you win
So I'm poppin' ginger ale like Josh Hamilton
Tryin' to get Cliff Lee money
At the same time tryin' to shake the Devil from me
Lord would you save me?
Demon on my shoulder influencin' my actions
No angel on the other side, he must be stuck in traffic
Shout out to Mall Gritty, shout out to Stacks Digi,
My nigga Milt, I got real niggas ridin' with me
They ask why it's Graveyard 'til I die
I just got 365 more reasons why
Give a f*ck how you feel, where you from, who you know,
What you rep, what you get, where you've gone, where you'll go
And this'll probably make 'em say that I went too far
But the show goes on, Straight Edge Superstar

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