[Verse One Mcenroe] Fuck the weak shit talkers who be saying my name Cause that aint the way to try to get a little fame And Im far from famous but at least Im not nameless So the [?] talk shit cause the music is heinous Fuck the local promoters who screw me while touring Put their boys on late, I play at 200 in the morning And their crews so wack they drive heads to the exit Then front on my face like they killed it on some next shit The only thing that you killed is the vibe in the room Im at the merch table chilling, people trying to consume When Im on the mic, smoother than Chick Herns So fuck you, stop rapping its my turn And fuck the critics who say I cant rap in the first place Thats absurd, in the worst way I never claimed to have the cadence of Biggie still I keep my flows tight and my lyrics are really ill Fuck the weirdos who stalk me and Pip Im glad to have fans but that shits ridiculous Stop sending emails with lyrics typed out You wont get signed, I throw the shit right out Fuck all the stores that owe me and dog it Wont pay the bills then play me for product This isnt charity, Bread Breads gotta eat Plus I gotta press vinyl and the prices are steep Fuck dudes at the merch table having the nerve To not buy nothing cause they have it all burned I know times are tough on you, I wouldnt doubt it But the least you could do is not tell me about it Fuck George Bush Jr for this bullshit war Fuck the Senate and the Congress and the Supreme Court They talk about freedom in the U.S.A But in the name of freedom people murdered every day Fuck the big corporations who be screwing us over Sell us out in reality, killing us slower Fuck every bad boss, too many to mention Fuck the Wall Street Wizard who be spending my pension Fuck a carbohydrate, man Im all about protein Now that Im married, fuck you to the bar scene Fuck anyone who ever kept me up snoring Fuck Tim Duncan just for being so boring Fuck [Verse Two Birdapres] Fuck you very much for ignoring my past work Supporting every rapper who went out ass first Fuck I look like, looking for greener pastures I roll with hired goons and meaner bastards Fuck rap in general, you in particular Always on stage and Im way past sick of ya Fuck cocaine, fuck E and fuck meth If you wanna get high, I could give a fuck less Fuck everybody whos too good for rap You dont rap too, fuck you, youre wack Fuck these girls for keeping me distant And fuck these clubs where my money is misspent Fuck this DJ, I just came to drink MCs these days are a waste of ink But fuck em anyway, every last one For leaving the game under inspired and overrun Fuck the game, I came to make music Fuck school up, but nah I aint stupid Need to drop an album so fuck the excuses If they dont stay fresh than fuck these producers I need drums that girls can strut to You shouldnt care what the fuck Ive been up to Fuck you for laughing, never had the guts to If you dont like how Im living than motherfuck you [Scratching] Eff you
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