Lyrics:
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em
Todd
the remotes?
And Ashlee's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-pha-sis
On our syl la la-bles
If the emphasis on the compact
Disc is in the beat
Then
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
'em gone i'm out in Brooklyn moving
Just broke the digi' scale
They broke, they wanna see me fail
'cause their bag is stale
Crab cakes and cocaine
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
freestyle of the year
I should charge em' for the verse
Niggas sick to they stomach
You should call the fucking nurse
Hidden Gem album of the year
You heard
splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
Shake a real nigga hand errtime u
See em' see em' see em'
Young Flashy Nigga shinin'
Like i got on 3m 3m 3m 3m
Label nigga wanna sign me tell em' I
that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But
style is (studio punch-ins)
The dun-crusher busts fresh overly when I blast'em
And those so-called freestyles, they all popped up on your album
Manipulate
free card
Surrounded by em' but I need bars Fit inspired by '61
Like I'm Melo up in the Garden going retarded
Before you cancel me, I was talking about
backwards
The signs more encrypted than Stalin's passwords (For real)
My enemies must like Kendrick Lamar's DAMN
Album, the way I got 'em talking backwards
album
Sike I'm playing
But really what would I be without em
They the future of this earth when I'm not around
I'm thugging by my lonely I ain't hanging
nigga lookin' pissed off
I got her tryna make her way up out the friendzone
We got 'em tryna guess the album next zip code
Oh, I been on
Promise boy I
This is another public service announcement
Brought to you in part by Slim Shady (tell 'em I don't give a fuck)
Slim Shady does not give a fuck
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
short, be after knowledge was brung
To your attention by the hardest muthafuking artist
That is know for lenching any sucker in a minute
Stagger 'em all
This is another public service announcement
Brought to you in part by Slim Shady (tell 'em I don't give a fuck)
Slim Shady does not give a fuck
so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you
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