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The Entertainer..
2009
No Chorus.. The Mixtape
[Verse 1: The Entertainer]
Welcome to my muthafuckin’ life
It’s explicit and dark and I hope to find the light
But tonight
We will come to fight
Anyone who ain’t acting right
Talking shit behind my back well that’s wack I will come attack
I fear no fucking evil, fuck the people who’s portraying that
Niggas trying to bully, little kids who ain’t fully
Capable of understanding, what the hell these niggas plannin’
So of course they join their crew
Thinkin’ that people think their cool
So they use that little kid, then whoop his ass after school
But that’s when I will just step in
I’ll fuck you up and I reckon
To tell your homies, your family
I’m so smart, I’ll be planning
I won’t even scream or holler
Screw a gun, man why bother
I’ll play it smart, let you whoop my ass and then wait for the karma
They say the realest, toughest men will go and fight their own battles
My people are my own people, so don’t get this mishandled
I won’t even dismantle
I’m street with it, like a lamp post
We just talk shit, throw down, dap hands, drink and smoke, that’s the west coast
Grown ups hate how I do
Get a clue, Scooby Doo
You haters and fakers, judging and rating my clothes and shoes
I’m just doing this for the kids, explicit Dr. Suess
Yall grown ups are acting like I pick on yall, duck duck goose
I don’t fear nothing but fear, I do not fear to speak my mind
So of course I’m going to prove a point, and spit facts on my rhymes
I won’t waste nobody times. I’m a kid that never whines
I’m just patiently waiting, I’m ready for my time to shine
I walk the streets at night, but no way in hell that I’m a slut
Faggots attackin’, they naggin, cut them up, that’s uppercuts
I don’t give two fucks, I’ll cut your dick and butts
Shove it in your butt
I can imagine enough
My thoughts are tough, so think twice or you’ll lose your luck
And the beasts go wild. Feast for evil, search for miles
I won’t stop and I might just drop
Even if I rot, but I might not
So why not, go right up the block
To the top and my songs might pop
I don’t want any props
I keep all my feelings inside and I make sure it just stays on lock
Whew.. It’s pass my curfew
I end this quick. Man it’s through
Tired of talking and barking about something important too
You guys don’t like me? Boo hoo
Come take a walk in my shoes
And if it does not fit, guess what little bitch?
It’s just some gold for the fools
And it’s over..
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