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I’m a rapper, I’m a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I’m a wanna be, yeah a SHITTY G!
But I don’t really care
Ain’t nobody quite like me
'cuz my name is SHITTY G
Ain’t nobody quite like me
Shitty – Shitty – G – G
Let me tell you about my main man SHITTY G
He never lived in the city
He’s from the middle of Tennessee
He’s got a wife she’s morbidly obese
While Shitty sits at Danny’s sipping 40’s of Ol’E
No toilet in his trailer, he’ll piss on the street
SHITTY G would bite your style
But he’s missing some teeth
Rockin’ white beaters with pit stains
SHITTY’s so humble
„yo, I’m the shit, man”
King of the trailer park, thinks he’s hard as nails
Front yard lookin’ like a junk yard sale
Rolling round on a riding mower, mouth full of chew
Sipping on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain Dew
Always running from the cops getting charged with theft
They want him behind bars but he’s hard to catch
Always hustling something, his hands are never clean
Plus, he’s got the worst tattoos…that you’ve ever seen
I’m a rapper, I’m a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I’m a wanna be, yeah a SHITTY G!
But I don’t really care
Ain’t nobody quite like me
'cuz my name is SHITTY G
Ain’t nobody quite like me
Shitty – Shitty – G – G
Catch his drinking cans of Busch Light, smoking new
Ports, bumping Toby Keith and Too Short
He grows his own reefer, steals cables from his neighbors
You can always smell the vapors from the meth lab in his trailer
He thinks he’s bad just like his credit
He’s got a sugar Mama, but SHITTY is diabetic
He’s got a poster of Federline, his hero
He’ll drink a box of wine and say, „What up my negro?!”
I’m a rapper, I’m a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I’m a wanna be, yeah a SHITTY G!
But I don’t really care
Ain’t nobody quite like me
'cuz my name is SHITTY G
Ain’t nobody quite like me
Shitty – Shitty – G – G
Alright man here I go
Ya’ll ain’t never heard rhymes like these
I’m about to spit more fire than illegal Chinese fireworks
Alright here we go
Why you missing with me?
I’m freaking awesome
I got so many hoes but I can’t exactly call them
'cuz I didn’t pay my phone bill
Instead I bought some reefer
When my album drops you homos will be believers
And I will build a studio when I get my settlement from
An ol’car wreck, and I’m going to buy a Confederate
Flag for my bedroom
That shit is stupid cool
And ya’ll laugh when I graduated from computer school
I’m freaking embarrassing when I tell my Mexican
Friends they need to speak American
I got speakers for my beats
They’re in my car propped up against my baby seat
And I’m gonna make it crack this year
Drinking 30 packs working on my rap career
You laugh, but this ain’t no joke
I’m out here repping on the streets for all the country folks
I’m a rapper, I’m a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I’m a wanna be, yeah a SHITTY G!
But I don’t really care
Ain’t nobody quite like me
'cuz my name is SHITTY G
Ain’t nobody quite like me
Shitty – Shitty – G – G
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