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Stupid, stupid, stupid All right, one more Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, uh My manager want me to be role model to these children today I wrote this shirtless in a hotel room with a bitch on the way Give me a break, when I get on a stage I'm a distance away So stick to the gates and watch the show If you wanna go home then this what I say Bye bitch, you’re lookin' at the finest Mosh pit when I be rhymin', man, I love some legal violence Makin’ me feel like I'm this giant everybody wanna get time with Like it's some kind of prize that I'm obliging, everybody gotta idolize this Michael Myers, going so fast Homies get mad that I'm over the past Actin' like a bitch, actin' like you got ovaries, don't overreact Don’t get mad Catch your breath or I’m at your neck like shoulder pads And this even ain't good enough to be on the project, these are just some bonus tracks I’m pretty much over that Rappity raps should feel like more than that Listening to my old shit like, "Why the fuck I recorded that?" (Fuck) I agreed when they called it corny rap That's what I had to do But for gratitude I'll give you one more track Little boy, that boy true, I do what the fuck I wanna do Letras de cancionesYou, never gonna put me in the crew I'm way too big for the crew, true Pullin’ out with a bitch at night I'll feed all tight, and the whip all-white But I can pull up with a kid and a wife And bib all tight, and make it look cool, cool Bitch, what you gonna do? Talkin' about me like you got some news I could put a bullet in your bulletin Your bullet tin, my pull-up red, I'm bulletproof I'm pulling you, I'll pull your crew I'll pull your mom, I'll pull your dad, I'll pull your pooch And put you in the hospital And tell the doc, "I don't think they're pullin' through," what the fuck? They thinkin' I'm gonna roll with the troops And I'm gonna diss every rapper who's mumbling Nah homie, that ain't the move You know when your shit getting old? When you dissing everything that is new If you don't fuck with it Shut the fuck up and don't fuck with it They're more mature than you Anybody wanna battle me, gotta get more recruits Stiff as a mannequin, somebody must have given him rigor mortis too You don't really wanna come and get it I'ma leave a motherfucker looking ridiculous I'ma kill it, but I be looking so innocent I bet they're never gonna look at a recording booth Dear fans, just believe me I gotta find something new, because this shit too easy I'm not that teen anymore, but who's ridin' still? Between Somewhere, maybe we find out when I sign this deal From Letras Mania