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Scumbag Superstar
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Q Strange
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Yo This ain't for no b*t*hes and no pretty boys up in the club This is for the dirty, rotten sc*mbags from the slum Yo, I'm rotten to some, but I'm a star in the slum Because I market to sc*mbags and convicts and thugs Now I'm marketing funds, so I know the bottom is tough It's obvious, son, why I got a monstrous buzz It's probably because I get their unstoppable love And because I'm in the streets and I am not in the clubs I'm doing shots of the rum till the bottle is done Obnoxious and dumb, but still about as hard as they come This is for the titty dancers, the sh*tty failures This is for the dirtbags destined to live in trailers Give a lippy answer, kid, I swear, I friggin' dare ya You're in a world of sh*t like a kid in dirty Pampers I'm like a panther and I'm prowlin' to devour As I'm pouncing on the coward How astounding is my power Now it's time to raise it up This dude's dues paid enough Lose it with a couple screws loose That you hate to love I don't give a f**k who you think you are In the slum, I'm a sc*mbag superstar Wanting jewelry don't mean sh*t to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity Pardon me, but I'ma be a bit brutal with honesty I gotta be possibly the game's hottest commodity No apologies, never been the one for modesty You constantly follow me up my ass like sodomy Probably wanna be chopping me like broccoli So you can get inside my head just like you're some lobotomy You sloppily make a poor attempt to stay on top of me You could be my artery and still not be a part of me It's robbery and larceny the way you try to copy me My policy is to simply injure victims bodily The economy is toppling and yet I won the lottery My artistry covers property like Monopoly So you ain't fond of me Go and call the cops on me Yeah, and go and find a hobby here like pottery or archery Plannin' on stoppin' me? That would be a shock to me So to put it properly, bounce like a wannabe, unh I don't give a f**k who you think you are In the slum, I'm a sc*mbag superstar Wanting jewelry don't mean sh*t to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity Wow Bash tracks, outlash and smash white trash raps Laugh that I'ma be the one with the last laugh A bunch of biters, like a pool full of piranhas I'm a bloody horror, partially retarded, got a lotta problems Mad drunk, disrespectin' white trash sl*ts Take you out to dinner? I won't even pack a bag lunch Hell nah We don't pop the cryst, that's a crock of sh*t Pop a bottle, b*t*h? I ain't even got a pot to p*ss Drop a b*t*h I ain't buyin' no flowers and chocolates Ruinous, monstrous, plotting the apocalypse Instead of wasting life, I pray to Christ to make it right Snake eyes, each and every time I try to play the dice I'm at the bar as I polish off the Jägermeist Going on the road, doing shows with the stage and lights Rockin' sick flows into solid-gold-plated mics Tattoos, changes vibes Rock star, famous life I don't give a f**k who you think you are In the slum, I'm a sc*mbag superstar Wanting jewelry don't mean sh*t to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity Yo, Q Strange They don't know me up in the club If you're from the slums, the projects, the trailer park If you a sc*mbag, you know where the f**k it is
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