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Well I got the sweet, sweet shit that make you go crazy Bomb-ass shit got ya feelin' kinda hazy I stay punk rock, miz it with the hip-hop Bounce in the low-low, better feel the shit drop With fifteen minutes to lay down the track You can't step to this shit cuz all your shit's whack And if a killer beat is pumpin' through your stereo Better crank this shit so the whole world can hear it yo And you can catch me sittin' chillin in a BK Munchin' on a cheeseburger, sippin' on a milkshake I do it cuz I love it, I love it when the beat drop And I love the fact that I never had a real job You're talkin' shit with critical eyes But I'll see you in an hour for my burger and fries Behind the counter with your paper hat While I get paid to live it up, what you think about that I'm the contender, I rock the party Catch me with your girlfriend when she's feelin' naughty I got the power, I got the skill Cocky as a motherfucker, dressed to kill And every single night we gettin' it on Rock the shit, let it rip and do another one These kids hang on every single word that we spoke Man fuck that shit, I'm still just a kid and I'm fuckin' broke I'm the motherfucker that's layin' down a fat beat Can't sit still cuz I'm addicted to the caffeine Still rockin' out for all the kids Still broke as fuck but I'm lovin' this shit I don't care if you front and hate Cuz I'm gettin' pussy while you masturbate You talk trach too much, you need to shut up Because you sound like a bitch homie, no one gives a fuck About your friends, your car, your daddy's cash What's it like livin' lif suckin' dick and kissin' ass When you hang around with your preppy friends Pointin' fingers, talkin' shit and takin' it in the rear end You think we're a joke but you don't seem to know We got these kids bouncin' all over the motherfucking globe Yeah we're gettin' respect, hell yeah for sure But I'm still white trash and I'm still fuckin' broke |