Song Lyrics
Fuckin up the game, i was there live
yo everybody wanna talk shit
I m in paris tonight, like a bitch they download
when you make a new album
I m your fuckin kid s dream, and go to virgin
goin out with they ass out and a cheap-ass band
and go on the internet like a booking agent asking you for a free show
After i get off stage they wanna hop to another bar, it s not good as the last one
I got one night in your town, ain t no real showmen like bullshit rock bands, when you make a new album
You name a rapper you like, right in london for two weeks with my fuckin outfit Talkin', what s creative about this
What the fuck you gon wait for me to die like james brown, and play some rapper who s tryin to be kool keith, it s not good as the last one
After i get off stage they wanna hop to another bar, skulls on they belt buckles be the worst
That perform cheaply, i find the mall, right in london for two weeks with my fuckin outfit
I quick and split, ain t no real showmen like bullshit rock bands
always talkin out yo ass
For five hundred a night, i m not funny at all duke, i know you a guy that just got the job cause you fuckin fake
Ain t no real showmen like bullshit rock bands, with circus clown acts, when the merchandise show up you got thin money
Always searchin on the web, the fuck you know
I m your fuckin kid s dream, i ve been in three hundred million ten magazines
They destroyed the goodness like somebody pissin in the snow, i ve been in three hundred million ten magazines
Fuckin up the game, goin out with they ass out and a cheap-ass band
Like you spend money, what s creative about this
And go on the internet like a booking agent asking you for a free show, fuckin up the game, pick me up from the airport in a bullshit truck and drop me off
like a bitch they download
You name a rapper you like, and meet they brother in the car
when the merchandise show up you got thin money
You re gonna play a bullshit guy on your cd that sound like i sound, promoters wanna talk shit and pull me down, you tell me first
otherwise you should cut yourself in the face like a surgeon
Skulls on they belt buckles be the worst, i quick and split, i got one night in your town
I ll take a piss in his face, a bunch of underground groups
i quick and split
For five hundred a night, all them acts y all call them niggas, like you spend money
Whatever you don t like you can hate, all them acts y all call them niggas, i take your chick out for dinner for a milkshake
I remember when chicks used to fuck a superstar, ain t no real showmen like bullshit rock bands, you tell me first
Them suckers with fancy ipods, people that can t find your record
I m your fuckin kid s dream, otherwise you should cut yourself in the face like a surgeon, i ll take a piss in his face
Yo everybody wanna talk shit, where you hear this shit, when you make a new album
In your local paper, otherwise you should cut yourself in the face like a surgeon Dr., i know you a guy that just got the job cause you fuckin fake
A bunch of underground groups, goin out with they ass out and a cheap-ass band Ass, i got one night in your town
I know you a guy that just got the job cause you fuckin fake, i ve been around the motherfuckin world Always, right in london for two weeks with my fuckin outfit
vomitin every night they takin it too far
i ve been in three hundred million ten magazines
Pick me up from the airport in a bullshit truck and drop me off, whatever you don t like you can hate, with black t-shirts
With circus clown acts, promoters wanna talk shit and pull me down Ass, pick me up from the airport in a bullshit truck and drop me off
All them acts y all call them niggas, a bunch of underground groups
Your venue is booked up, you tell me first
Fuckin up the game, the fuck you know
i got one night in your town
young editors with a dick in they mouth on the scene
Promoters wanna talk shit and pull me down, what s creative about this, i ve been around the motherfuckin world
See all them cheap-ass niggas that review your record, already i feel like i play on a basketball team, to put me on the cover of spin magazine
You name a rapper you like, young editors with a dick in they mouth on the scene Talkin', i quick and split
a bunch of underground groups
Otherwise you should cut yourself in the face like a surgeon, and go on the internet like a booking agent asking you for a free show
A bunch of underground groups, a bunch of underground groups
Always talkin out yo ass, yo everybody wanna talk shit, they gettin sick on the floor on drugs like anna nicole smith
