Nastifier
This is hell on earth, welcome to my nightmare
Spit it so quick you can feel it real shit, gotta light it up the world don't fight fair
Any fool who doubt my hustle and motivation, gotta hold it up right there
And if I never make a millie I been dreamin of, fuck it I don't care
Aite slow down Bugs, Rome wasn't built in a day
Jesus died for my sins but still I don't pray
Still every day is like a knife plungin through my chest
Raisin a kid by myself while his mom out having sex, doin meth
And I ain't even gonna up again, this music shit is my life
Ain't no Kanye west documentary, but you can see the highlights
And I'm drawn to da flashing lights, that's why I got three DUIs
I see you cop, you saved my life, but I ain't gotta read between the lines
I'm a criminal now and everything I do is accentuated by my past
Can't get a good job and I gotta blow to start and there's plenty complaints I could add
But I am Bugs Nasty, not Bugs Negative, still gettin by don't ask me
What I'm fuckin down about today, onto other things, let's move past it
Let's fast forward to the scene of the movie where I'm livin it up, sippin some suds
Kickin back in my penthouse with two models getting some love
And honestly love is all I want, and it's all I wanna give
But life just keeps on complicating no matter how many fucks I give
So I pour my heart into my little kid, he's everything to me
My joy, my hope, my motivation, everything to me
Gettin repetitive, holdin back expletives, hmm let me see
Oh, life sucks every day, I ain't gotta pay a fee, I get it free
Welcome to
My hell on earth
Nothin else to do
But keep puttin in the work
So fake your smile
And say you okay
Hell on earth
Till my dying day
And if you thought I was done, I ain't gotta apologize, just bein me
And you gon hear a lot about Nastyville in the coming years, so better be
Ready for Freddie to traumatize you gettin all up in your dreams
Michael gonna stalk and slaughter some of these, "naw give it up" fiends
This art is gonna haunt some of ya'll, but I ain't no fuckin clown
American film, I'm the centerpiece, and if you wanna live it up, I'm down
Spit it so quick you can feel it real shit, gotta light it up the world don't fight fair
Any fool who doubt my hustle and motivation, gotta hold it up right there
And if I never make a millie I been dreamin of, fuck it I don't care
Aite slow down Bugs, Rome wasn't built in a day
Jesus died for my sins but still I don't pray
Still every day is like a knife plungin through my chest
Raisin a kid by myself while his mom out having sex, doin meth
And I ain't even gonna up again, this music shit is my life
Ain't no Kanye west documentary, but you can see the highlights
And I'm drawn to da flashing lights, that's why I got three DUIs
I see you cop, you saved my life, but I ain't gotta read between the lines
I'm a criminal now and everything I do is accentuated by my past
Can't get a good job and I gotta blow to start and there's plenty complaints I could add
But I am Bugs Nasty, not Bugs Negative, still gettin by don't ask me
What I'm fuckin down about today, onto other things, let's move past it
Let's fast forward to the scene of the movie where I'm livin it up, sippin some suds
Kickin back in my penthouse with two models getting some love
And honestly love is all I want, and it's all I wanna give
But life just keeps on complicating no matter how many fucks I give
So I pour my heart into my little kid, he's everything to me
My joy, my hope, my motivation, everything to me
Gettin repetitive, holdin back expletives, hmm let me see
Oh, life sucks every day, I ain't gotta pay a fee, I get it free
Welcome to
My hell on earth
Nothin else to do
But keep puttin in the work
So fake your smile
And say you okay
Hell on earth
Till my dying day
And if you thought I was done, I ain't gotta apologize, just bein me
And you gon hear a lot about Nastyville in the coming years, so better be
Ready for Freddie to traumatize you gettin all up in your dreams
Michael gonna stalk and slaughter some of these, "naw give it up" fiends
This art is gonna haunt some of ya'll, but I ain't no fuckin clown
American film, I'm the centerpiece, and if you wanna live it up, I'm down
Credits
Writer(s): Chad Allen
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