OK, I won't lie
When I send Jigga a text, yep, I know he's not replying
Just to let you know, I'm not a chump like him, I don't be dodging
I'm the one that you dodge from
I'm the one that you gon run away from, hide in the closet
I'm the one you leave alone
I'm the one that when you round your
friends, you embarrased just to say you know
Then apologize for the levels I be on, like he is dumb... son
I'm young now, but God forbid I be a father figure
Better fucking reconsider, pot liquor sipping skipper
Well, I would tell you, gotta move on anyways
And when I'm with a stripper, I'm sniffing, before I pay
Prepaid, debit, or credit arranged for her
Take a Viagra tab earlier in the day for her
Just to sell a CD, tell her do she know that.
I'm Kinda famous
You ain't gonna pull no triggers
Acting hardcore in front of lame wiggers
I be yellin what the problem is?
Running up they wanna take my freaking picture
OH NO! I'm no longer that mysterious!
OH GEE!, I must be going delirious! (AH YEAH YEAH! VERSE 2!)
Wait, wait, waiting for it
Waiting wait, wait, waiting for it
Got the whole fanbase out there waiting for it
New album once a year, they be waiting for it
Speaking of? Tell me who I'm speaking of?
Tell me who I'm really thinking of
I left that studio exasperating, subpoena on my car laying for me
With a pissed-off psychiatrist and police waiting for me
DOWN NR!, FUCK ON THE GROUND NR!
YEAH THAT FUCKER CALLED ME NR, AND I'M ALMOST SHIT A BRICK
Don't know who they fucked with,
reached on the ground and grabbed a monolith
Then right after, swung it back, aiming at the chumps
Then I fell down, leaking out my enzymes
OH SHIT! mutha fuckas name was Rick Grimes
Hit me with the 45 like it's fucking showtime
Shot my dick, had to cap my ass like 9 times
But even when I'm dead, I'm still there for ya
I'm online, in other words still wit ya
I'd probably live through that shit and go to jail for ya'll
As long as I don't get butt-raped or braid no hair for ya'll
I'm kinda famous
You ain't gonna pull no triggers
Acting hardcore in front of lame wiggers
I be yellin what the problem is?
Running up they wanna take my freaking picture
OH NO! I'm no longer that mysterious!
OH GEE!, I must be going delirious! (AH YEAH YEAH!)

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