[Verse 1] You catch the back last from paragraph Laugh and its little rapper trash Got the powdered bags stashed in the caravan I sneeze on cats like theres dandruff in their fur They leave it up to their manager to do the work Might have some punchlines, but I dont see the fire in her eye They think life is Eddy Murphy party all the time So let the vocals at the mind So crystal clear on his mic, but crystal meth on his mind Record labels got more up their sleeves than just dirty arms Its a disconcerting mob Everybody wanna be rappers and talk about themselves like superheroes Your group is a crutch, and your producers a weirdo Got room to grow, whered your career go? Nowhere, cause you sound the same you did years ago... King of the underground [Verse 2] Every song is like album, each albums sacred The word play makes sense in ways that cant be explained So just play that, funky, funky Its crunk butter bubble gum sucker MCs Get left like the bodies exhibit Knows karate, plus a shotty and biscuit Brass knuckles, switch blade, Swiss army, a kitchen A stiletto, a screwdriver, and some scissors Hit the lab all winter, new jams And we can battle if you wanna get embarrassed in front of your friends Got your chicken head all impressed Punch her in the titty, down shifting in a benz She come on stage and then I came on stage Run trains like you wanna puff a name brands [?] Black like Obama [Verse 3] GDP is like the dark side of the force, on the dark side of the moon Spark the dark side of the spoon, put it on the far side, shoot Hand me a tie, she keeps passing me by Im never getting a job and Im never going to die Married to the game of quintuplets She doesnt listen to know one, doesnt respect nothin Young kids be like, GDP, I relate to you. thanks I tell em Thats what happens when you pay your dues Theres some things that money cant buy And for everything else theres armed robbery and homicide The king is some shit some folks dont even know about But the few who do feel honored just to smoke us out Gold label on the house no doubt Girls book me in their towns just to put me in their worthless mouths We smoked an L [Outro] Useless. Useless, useless. Pistol Pete, Slangcorp. Run for mother fucking cover. Litterally, littrally, litrally. Aoi
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