Stand Up Guy
I don't pay 'em no mind
I don't pay 'em no matter
Can't hate on my grind
Can't flame on my chatter
I'm a stand up guy
Ain't relayin' what happened
Yeah, my mouth too quiet
Where I stay, I ain't trappin'
I'm a fucked up guy
With a whole lotta problems
Lotta wack bitches
Now I'm sayin' I don't got 'em
Lemme drink my drink
Lemme smoke narcotics
Lemme fuck my bitch
I ain't rich but I got 'em
You ain't spittin' bars that you livin'
Yeah, I really been a felon for some fucked up shit, ain't kiddin'
And the shit I got away with, it would put me in a prison
I'm just better than you bitches, stop the hatin', take a visit
To a psychopathic, schizophrenic
Fuck around and get beheaded
That's what they expectin' me to say because I'm white and rapping
If you hit me with them expectations, I'm gon' put yo' life in fractions
Split the scissors slice in back with hammer torture fight the bastard
Like yo' capping, what you really sayin' is just hype imagined
I done had it, fed up with the bread up bitch I gotta have it
Smack bitches with the dirty pussy money, act different
Mad pimpin' when I fuckin', pull up see yo' stacks missin'
Mad women hiding cocaina in they fat prisms
Scatt did it, fuck around with Scale$ and you get blap with it
Wack bidness, what you been promotin', I don't spazz with it
Wack bitches, what you tryna fuck just 'cause you rap with it?
The fuck you look like dressin' all black
Just to fuck a two dollar bitch
Try to call me God, try to call me God
Kame hame ha, kame hame ha
Try to call me God, try to call me God
Kame hame ha, kame hame ha
I don't pay 'em no mind
I don't pay 'em no matter
Can't hate on my grind
Can't flame on my chatter
I'm a stand up guy
Ain't relayin' what happened
Yeah, my mouth too quiet
Where I stay, I ain't trappin'
I'm a fucked up guy
With a whole lotta problems
Lotta wack bitches
Now I'm sayin' I don't got 'em
Lemme drink my drink
Lemme smoke narcotics
Lemme fuck my bitch
I ain't rich but I got 'em
I don't pay 'em no mind
I don't pay 'em no matter
Can't hate on my grind
Can't flame on my chatter
I'm a stand up guy
Ain't relayin' what happened
Yeah, my mouth too quiet
Where I stay, I ain't trappin'
I'm a fucked up guy
With a whole lotta problems
Lotta wack bitches
Now I'm sayin' I don't got 'em
Lemme drink my drink
Lemme smoke narcotics
Lemme fuck my bitch
I ain't rich but I got 'em
Fucking, stop playing with me
I don't pay 'em no matter
Can't hate on my grind
Can't flame on my chatter
I'm a stand up guy
Ain't relayin' what happened
Yeah, my mouth too quiet
Where I stay, I ain't trappin'
I'm a fucked up guy
With a whole lotta problems
Lotta wack bitches
Now I'm sayin' I don't got 'em
Lemme drink my drink
Lemme smoke narcotics
Lemme fuck my bitch
I ain't rich but I got 'em
You ain't spittin' bars that you livin'
Yeah, I really been a felon for some fucked up shit, ain't kiddin'
And the shit I got away with, it would put me in a prison
I'm just better than you bitches, stop the hatin', take a visit
To a psychopathic, schizophrenic
Fuck around and get beheaded
That's what they expectin' me to say because I'm white and rapping
If you hit me with them expectations, I'm gon' put yo' life in fractions
Split the scissors slice in back with hammer torture fight the bastard
Like yo' capping, what you really sayin' is just hype imagined
I done had it, fed up with the bread up bitch I gotta have it
Smack bitches with the dirty pussy money, act different
Mad pimpin' when I fuckin', pull up see yo' stacks missin'
Mad women hiding cocaina in they fat prisms
Scatt did it, fuck around with Scale$ and you get blap with it
Wack bidness, what you been promotin', I don't spazz with it
Wack bitches, what you tryna fuck just 'cause you rap with it?
The fuck you look like dressin' all black
Just to fuck a two dollar bitch
Try to call me God, try to call me God
Kame hame ha, kame hame ha
Try to call me God, try to call me God
Kame hame ha, kame hame ha
I don't pay 'em no mind
I don't pay 'em no matter
Can't hate on my grind
Can't flame on my chatter
I'm a stand up guy
Ain't relayin' what happened
Yeah, my mouth too quiet
Where I stay, I ain't trappin'
I'm a fucked up guy
With a whole lotta problems
Lotta wack bitches
Now I'm sayin' I don't got 'em
Lemme drink my drink
Lemme smoke narcotics
Lemme fuck my bitch
I ain't rich but I got 'em
I don't pay 'em no mind
I don't pay 'em no matter
Can't hate on my grind
Can't flame on my chatter
I'm a stand up guy
Ain't relayin' what happened
Yeah, my mouth too quiet
Where I stay, I ain't trappin'
I'm a fucked up guy
With a whole lotta problems
Lotta wack bitches
Now I'm sayin' I don't got 'em
Lemme drink my drink
Lemme smoke narcotics
Lemme fuck my bitch
I ain't rich but I got 'em
Fucking, stop playing with me
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Writer(s): Scott Thomas Dalton
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