Music: Kurt Simpson/cory jan
Arranger: Kurt Simpson
Straight comin up from the stupid
Uh too many cats try to take my title stupid
What the f**k yo this is ill s**t as a freestyle
I'ma represent stupid
When I wake up in the early morning
You know why I feel f**k up
Pocket broke as hell
Another rock to sell
People look at you like use
And user selling drug to
All the losers mad buhdda abuser
So take that cruiser
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So I hit kick drop it smurf MC ya'll
Kiss it over b***h's a*ses drop
That Mic and f**k out bastards
Nippies all hear and guesses
Who be the king of the mic Simo I take it
Pop and blow rip this hole get this dough
I sound it like some bakery
I rock some more
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Whether you like it or not I dont feel like
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Congratulation to your fandom
Why dont you make your anthem
Dont forget you own my ransom
Trust me I wont call you pampered
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And your rap so rooted like bizzy b
Alright I lost my work dont care about them
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Don't look at me
Ghost mode I want live like a banshee
Many races for the new chances
They tackling others to get an advantage
On my senses getting over sensitive
Wildlife avoiding a birth like a mantis
Sometimes feel like someone makes a tactics
Try to kill everybody by gossip blackmailings
Every night I'm chasing by killer
Chainsaw texas
Why is this world getting worst
Getting more messy
Look at that beautiful daisy
I can curse them if I'm slim shady
I'm not tryna say he is the badass
What to say peoples with character madness
First I thought kindness seal when we birth
But now know worlds not gonna work
Like that way like fairy tale goes
I want miracle like prophet mosses
Why are you acting like bosses
Is something wrong with your emotions
You can be thorny roses
But now look at you there just thorns
There will be nobody morn
For you when you will stay alone
Now Get out from that bad zone
Don't go to jaws without the safe boat
Why are you acting like bosses
Is something wrong with your emotions
You can be thorny roses
But now look at you there just thorns
There will be nobody morn
For you when you will stay alone
Now Get out from that bad zone
Don't go to jaws without the safe boat
Programming: Kurt Simpson
Instrumental: Quesa dilla/Simo