Dirtman - Flipside lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo, they asked me where the f** I been for all this time I been f**ing poor out of my f**ing a** Eating f**ing sh**, f**ing ugly b**hes Cause everybody knows that pretty b**hes ain't down to f** nobody poor and sh** But that sh** don't even matter It's all about you f*ggot-a** motherf**ing rappers Thinking y'all dope, driving Lexuses and sh** like that "Every Record Label s**s Dick" But yo, yo, but but but you be s**ing on your record label's dick Word up! This is just a little something For motherf**ers to let them know I didn't fall off the Earth You know what I'm saying? At 5, 4, 3, 2 in the morning, losing my f**ing mind about to murder people (f** them motherf**ers) Yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo yo yo yo yo, like this [Verse] They snakes in this rap field, f** the fat deal Cap peeled, how does choking on the smoke from the gat feel? The Rugged Man, record label suicide, move aside (R.A. calm down) Who the f** you think you are? I smack that b**h who works the front desk That strictly be there for high school credit But s**s dicks of all the rap stars Put me behind bars, cause Mister A&R Man's Bout to get f**ed in his a**hole and brother I'm not even gay Shay, shay, shay! The president of the company Don't care if I'm dead or if I'm bleeding I'm not succeeding, they turned my mindstate into evil Cause I want everyone dead on this f**ing Earth It really hurts, cause if music doesn't work I got nothing left to live for except dying in the poorhouse And b**hes hate my f**ing guts Those s*uts loved me more than Patrick Swayze When I had my steady income I need a spot that I can sin from Suicide, never, but I got plots of taking out the other people And I ain't doing jail time, that sh** is wack Ain't no coming back, once I lose control my sh** is finished So don't get in this, you record label people gonna die And your family gonna die too, motherf**ers! [Outro] Hahahaha, yo, yo Yo, that's just a verse, one verse You can't buy this sh**, this sh** is not for sale That's for the real rap fans But see, real nowadays is just a f**ing gimmick anyway I'm keeping it real, I'm staying real, all this bullsh** Yo, yo, how the f** is you supposed to be real If you can't rap for real or can't flow for real? You got your hip-hop styles on and you reading them f**ing rap magazines