NightWalker The Frying Pan

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[Verse 1:]

Yeah
I’ll beat the shit out of you in broad day, and get drunk in public
People like us don’t go to the clubs, so why the fuck would I make a club hit
I never had a budget, but my attitude was fuck it
I’ll put these records out myself, with no ones help, and kids will love it
But the times have changed, like the chemicals inside my brain
These fuckin’ kids are soft now, and their favorite rapper’s rhymes are lame
So hell yeah I’ll complain, and write until my finger’s bleeding
Cause the radio’s got me thinking, that maybe gay was in this season
And each and everyone of these little rich rockin’ pink shirt dudes
Is afraid to walk at night, and stay home like they had curfews
But I got worse news, than FOX fathered you’re intelligent