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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,617
Peak in subgenre #2,450
Author
Prophit
Rights
Prophit - 2006
Uploaded
July 27, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:20
Story behind the song
Well, just the fact that I'm generally a geniune, class-A asshole... :)
Lyrics
[Intro - Prophit & Dude]
P: *clears throat* - heh, yeah! Ey, ey you!
D: What, me?
P: Uh, yeah, you, you! C-Come over here, come over here!
D: Wh-what? Why?
P: Let me talk to you! Wh-what's that?
D: M-My chain, man!
P: Give me that! Give me that!
D: No, man, it's mine!
P: You need to give me that!
D: Let go, man!
P: Give me that! IT'S MINE!
*head smashed in*
[Verse 1 - Prophit]
I'm a bastard, I'll admit that, shit, my mom said it/
"You're a bastard child that came from bad sex-and/
You're wreckless", and every record I did since that/
You shouldn't take my raps as fact, in fact, I'm known to act/
Like a cracked up addict, acid head bastard/
Rapping with a passion, yeah, for cracking/
Up tablets and whatever else is in the cabinet/
Puff, puff, pass-it, nah dawg, you can't have-it/
This habit ain't passing by, it's fashion/
Blasting past-'em faggots, with a fatal attraction/
To getting blasted before recording my classics/
That's it, you know I can't go into specifics/
"No, your honor, I don't really do the shit that I'm spitting"/
I'm making a living off of kicking hits with precision/
I can't get caught in the system, locked up in a prison/
'Cause drugs are rare in there, like rappers who can follow the rhythm/
Bitches!
[Chorus - Prophit]
It seems like everywhere that I go, these people talk out they own asses/
But they don't run the show, these folks only want they backstage passes/
And even though I got plenty of those, I got the rock and I won't pass it/
I'm a bastard/
[Verse 2 - Prophit]
Gimme' yo' chain, yo' watch, yo' wallet and car/
Yo' rings, yo' rocks, yo' socks and cigar/
I came from the block, and I know who you are/
Complain to the cops, but we neighbourhood stars/
Now, in all your raps, you was talking tough/
But standing there butt-naked, you don't seem so rough/
I don't give a fuck you platinum-plus, you crossing us/
You cough it up, gimme' yo' chain and yo' marketer/
Gimme' yo' sweatshirt, and them baggy jeans/
And the next-jerk, hand over the crappy seeds/
I'll grow 'em, burn 'em, put 'em in a bag of weed/
And smoke it 'fore I stick you up again, and then/
My men will want your money, but it's mine now/
Along with your shoes and yo' diamonds/
Your shoelaces, your bracelet and boxers/
I take it, not 'cause I need it, 'cause I'm obnoxious/
[Chorus - Prophit]
It seems like everywhere that I go, these people talk out they own asses/
But they don't run the show, these folks only want they backstage passes/
And even though I got plenty of those, I got the rock and I won't pass it/
I'm a bastard/
[Verse 3 - Prophit]
I was, born to lose, but being the prick I am/
I told God to mix the cards again and give me a better hand/
'Cause damn, that guy seems to have it out for this man/
Like kids with a lens, torching ants/
The plan was never to be a commercial rapper/
Went from underground battler to selfish bastard/
Now, I'm in the game, with all these actors/
Hoping to reach fame for they reach the pastor/
Damn - how's that for depressing?/
People trashing other people to win like an election/
They stressing me, talking 'bout gats and weapons/
I'll teach 'em a lesson, I'm guessing don't be messing with perfection/
The pessimists, will get a kick out of this/
The type to drink a fifth of Henny, and just sit back and reminisce/
Fuck the Henny shit, I drink absinth and vodka/
I'm a partystarter, the bastard child'll rock-ya'/
[Chorus - Prophit (with adlibs)]
It seems like everywhere that I go, these people talk out they own asses/
But they don't run the show, these folks only want they backstage passes/
And even though I got plenty of those, I got the rock and I won't pass it/
I'm a bastard/
It seems like everywhere that I go, these people talk out they own asses/
But they don't run the show, these folks only want they backstage passes/
And even though I got plenty of those, I got the rock and I won't pass it/
I'm a bastard/
