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Prove to You
by The MxSFxT
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Who the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Who the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
