Flipside

[Intro] Yo, yo, they asked me where the fuck I been for all this time I been fucking poor out of my fucking ass Eating fucking shit, fucking ugly bitches Cause everybody knows that pretty bitches ain't down to fuck nobody poor and shit But that shit don't even matter It's all about you faggot-ass motherfucking rappers Thinking y'all dope, driving Lexuses and shit like that "Every Record Label Sucks Dick" But yo, yo, but but but you be sucking on your record label's dick Word up! This is just a little something For motherfuckers to let them know I didn't fall off the Earth You know what I'm saying? At 5, 4, 3, 2 in the morning, losing my fucking mind about to murder people (Fuck them motherfuckers) Yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo yo yo yo yo, like this [Verse] They snakes in this rap field, fuck the fat deal Cap peeled, how does choking on the smoke from the gat feel? The Rugged Man, record label suicide, move aside (R.A. calm down) Who the fuck you think you are? I smack that bitch who works the front desk That strictly be there for high school credit But sucks dicks of all the rap stars Put me behind bars, cause Mister A&R Man's Bout to get fucked in his asshole and brother I'm not even gay Shay, shay, shay! The president of the company Don't care if I'm dead or if I'm bleeding I'm not succeeding, they turned my mindstate into evil Cause I want everyone dead on this fucking Earth It really hurts, cause if music doesn't work I got nothing left to live for except dying in the poorhouse And bitches hate my fucking guts Those sluts loved me more than Patrick Swayze When I had my steady income I need a spot that I can sin from Suicide, never, but I got plots of taking out the other people And I ain't doing jail time, that shit is wack Ain't no coming back, once I lose control my shit is finished So don't get in this, you record label people gonna die And your family gonna die too, motherfuckers! [Outro] Hahahaha, yo, yo Yo, that's just a verse, one verse You can't buy this shit, this shit is not for sale That's for the real rap fans But see, real nowadays is just a fucking gimmick anyway I'm keeping it real, I'm staying real, all this bullshit Yo, yo, how the fuck is you supposed to be real If you can't rap for real or can't flow for real? You got your hip-hop styles on and you reading them fucking rap magazines