Yea...I'm white. BLESS you with PUNCHES like HOLYFIELD.
Lazy Boy Recordz...Nuff Said.
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FUCK TALK...SHIT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF AND FUCK THA HATERS CUZ WHEN YOU ON TOP JEALOUSY CLOUDS PEOPLES MINDS SO AS LONG AS YOU HATIN...I KNO IM STILL ON TOP.
Keep It Real.
Lyrics
Simon says, put some coke in ya sinuses// Get a syringe, shits dope when Im writin it// Im backwards like smoke before your lightin it// You betta not talk no shit like a mimes ass// I fly right past you when I drive fast// Cyph passed right past you when tha mic passed// Ya girl got big tits and a nice ass// Hi my names Y2A...they call me white trash// I rip ya pussy wider than twin babies// Im higher, I do drugs thats whiter than slim shady// Some people think I cant rhyme cuz my skins white// They're eyes get as big as mine when I sniff lines// I need directions to tha next nearest safe// You play it safe or you'll be fuckin rep'n a grave// Never be brave, Im only iced out with a cold heart// So stay like an old car bitch...DONT START// You wack, I write a battle rap four pages long// Im caucasian and im pissed off// Mind racin should be blazzin but tha spliffs lost// My big swords break ribs, watch em criss cross// Shit be great, Im wanted in 50 states// Strayed far, drive tha same car with different plates// Im more frightenin than your pilot speakin arabic// flyin into avenues, laughin at tha accident//
Im white...Im not a thug yo// Im white...dont give a fuck no// Im white...just like cocaine// nobody fucks with Y2A//
Yo whos that kid// walkin around with those two black kids// Its like ya gotta be black to do rap// Thats why Im white and my whole damn crews black// My whole crews back like a mack truck// backin up..act up we gon smack you up// Ask dubs...well hes white too// Id rather me be me than me be like you// You trippin hard when my spittin starts// Ya can't see my bars like a blind prison guard// Im sick of men, spittin phlegm and they women know// Like punchin Santa in tha face, Im hittin hoes// Like Bloods wearin blue Im strippin clothes// And unlike you, Im sick with flows// So drink it up, while supplies last// Tha only way you gettin signed is a thigh cast// So heres a pen, yup Im here again// Friday night, open mic Ive broken mics// Ive opened up bottles of whup ass// hollowed em out and swallowed tha full cans// Had em pull glass out ya colon and shit// Leave ya eyes bruised up, blue swollen and shit// Im sniffin up lines, gettin dumb off tha rock// When I jump on a beat, you betta jump off tha cock// Im white, got you like tha night of tha livin dead// Check this, get an excorcist for a spinnin head// Im white like Eminem or Vanilla Ice// Just like them, then again..Im hella nice// Im pissin off animal activists// Cuz Im killin cats and Im wieldin black magic spit// Black battle shit...tracks'll hit ya like a big bag of bricks// lift back ya head while I bitch smack ya lips//
Im white...Im not a thug yo// Im white...dont give a fuck no// Im white...just like cocaine// nobody fucks with Y2A//
