Lyrics:
Start it off by saying RIP my brothers through and through
85 double 0 be the gang like this ain't nothing new
Watch your mouth when you speak on my
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This Instru's mental, too many bars,
you, starin' you down with a gremlin grin
I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym
I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias
To save me with in
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a %$@& if I cut my arm bleeding
This is my last resort
'Cause
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a **** if I cut my arm bleeding
This is my last resort
'cause
safe, it's okay
Fatboy Fatboy
Boy this shit hard as fuck
Drop the top the Bentley, I'm a hot boy, I ride with no ceiling
Head to the toe in Givenchy, I
This is organised, it has structure
It has insight, this is rap music
Not to be mixed or deluded
[DJ scratching Eminem samples]
"Fuck" "Slim Shady"
and tired of this shit
I'm sick and tired of this shit
Let's get to work
But I'm sick and tired of this shit
Enkuba yatonye'kiro kilamba
Atteh amabati gange
lies
I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of feeling right by your side
What you don't know is how great it feels
To let you go
I'm happier alone
Come here, you little party hat
Let me squeeze you and do your hair
Don't go over there
Chemical Brothers fatboy Slims
Peach nut peach nut
I
But she was feeling Nick
I just got another script on mud
Said I was feeling sick
We Probably gone take the same drugs
But you don't feel like this
Bad
my cheese, the guys with me
Put in the work to multiply my P's
Man I love this bread and I wanna eat I'm a fatboy no slim
My bro moving weights that
my cheese, the guys with me
Put in the work to multiply my P's
Man I love this bread and I wanna eat I'm a fatboy no slim
My bro moving weights that
the fuck you foolin'?
I swear ya brain fucked
Whatchu think? you Truman?
I'll have em goin "what the fuck?
"Is that the new Slim?"
I don't really care too
to sound like Slim
But couldn’t even be Fatboy
Couldn’t rack up views
You’re chasing after the stacks?
Oh, you’ll never make it throwing in a fake accent
dim
Shots slim
Look around niggas throwing dreams in a mausoleum
If I hit this corner store or this ATM
Don't damn my soul
Just pray for him
I can't
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll
holding firm and killing this (On god)
I roll the weed, i light up and smoke this shit (Slim eyes)
I'm on the mic, i'm rapping this like i never did (On
Super Dave on the track, yeah, yeah
Legendary
(Gangsta Grillz)
Niggas so impressed by other niggas raps
But the thing you know best is "Bought
learn, man, damn, man (I hate you)
Fucking sick of this house, man (all you do is hit on me)
Fucking hate you, man
Hate this house (fuck you, get out,
Is this the revolution?
It's being televised
Or a hundred thousand hungry kids
Setting shit on fire
Jimi Hendrix fiddles
While around him Rome is
(Ugh, as if!)
I'm so sick of those
Fake
Sexy
Mean girls
This ain't The Heathers
We mystics in leather
I'm so sick of those
Sick of those
Sick
Yeah! Yeah! Slim Thugga!
I don't think they ready for this beat
We gon take them boys to Texas right quick
You know Tha Boss talk shit, walk
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