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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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