All these motha fuckas point at me givin me a label
Runnin around to other people tellin these little fables
To ya'll i'm not a friend, call me a wigger, guess again
To ya life i'll put an end, labels? try a cobra instead
Don't give a fuck what offends, could care less of what you think
I'll say fuck 10 times in a sentence and your words will never sink
Into my head, the intent on my lyrics
I speak what needs to be said, just so you can hear it
You can fear it, i aint disappearin from the set
I'll let ya start shit and give ya somethin to regret
Go on and judge me and hush it whisperin behind my back
Go on and shove me stop the bitchin and all that
Stop the flinchin i'm bout to hurt somebodys feelings
Fuck the haters from Litchfield, North, and Jennings
NBS, Whyte Bread, them motha fuckas out Cuyahoga Falls
The haters in Akron, Cleveland, and Copley of all
That bitch Ali get off my dick and quit talkin shit
ALL ya'll haters can come see me and we'll hit
Leave ya with questions that i'm not answerin
Spittin cancerous to anyone tryin to hammer this
Just answer this, do you think i'll stand for this?
Ya can't see me n handle this not even with candles lit
Cuz i'm manhandlin all ya kids get off my dick
I'm not talkin shit you actin fake thinkin i bought the shit
I'm gonna let you in on something to ya'll who doube me
Before you go and judge me, ask about me

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