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[intro verse]
everyone come to me asking me “what’s yo name”
that d-mn question again!
i’m tired of all of you uneducated illiterate mothaf-ckas
coming down on my joint like hillbilly truckers
let me educate you on what my name is
and maybe next time you won’t be playin’

[verse 1]
so
i went down to the bar for a few drinks
looked over to the wall, saw a few lynx
they were just waiting for anyone, so l-stful
let me tell you man, these gals were bustful
so i walked out of that bar, my arm
tied around the armbar of another car
while my enzo revs up and my people go far
i sing about the greatness of my life
them girls didn’t even own a bike
i found out later they worked for their life
them kind of girls ain’t really my type
who knows what kinda diseases they had
f-ck, man, get me checked, this sh-t is bad
so i walked into the hotel, trying to get a place
when suddenly i get a phone ringing bout a race
turns out that race was about my singing
godd-mn phone, stop yo mothaf-ckin ringing
so these f-ggots wanted me to rap battle
they telling me that i was a snitch tattle
well f-ck them, i showed them my true sk!ll
and after that they paid me a couple dollar bills
now you all wondering how this white boy raps
why, i’m not eminem, this is razor attack
coming at you like a backpack mack without a knick-nack to lack
and you’re sitting there wondering what the f-ck is that
mugging you like a homeless guy, ready to whack
so you force yourself out of that city, making it your duty
of course, i’ve got other duties…booty!
of course this song was going to be dirty
h-ll, writer’s block makes you hurting
my brain hurts and this make it rain is draining my main hertz
my voltage is inside is like a sudden rush of amps and watts
and there’s eminem, saying he’s a rap bot
i don’t wanna get in no fight with eminem, not trying to diss
i’m only 13 years old, battling him would only make me p-ss
so i’m singing with a purpose, cautiously
of course, yo momma’s taking that out like smosh elite
(but no such thing exists, s!) shut the h-ll up, i make what i please!
(why do you treat us so badly, s?) because you gotta work for your meals!
(where do babies come from, s?) you and a girl, spice and sweet!
now i know this ain’t no meaningful rap
but i had to attach myself to other cr-p
this is fitting to the entire teen culture
they’re going to eat this sh-t up like vultures
shouldn’t be writing this, for adultery
now i’m here to tell you bout my name
and hope it educates you bout my fame

[hook:]
s to the r to the motherf-cking a
making that sh-t look pretty d-mn cray
but you know that other guy didn’t make it, nay
as far as i’m concerned, my name’s original, yay
so if you don’t like and got something to say
come to my house, i’ll meet you any day
and because i’m a teen i’ll probably be made
but sh-t man i’m still s-r-a

[verse 2]
now i walk back to the joint while i walk
walk and talk is my motto
making this the most powerful sod, oh
you wanted to make a part of my input?
well f-ck your opinion, i’ll probably break your d-mn foot
man i’ll f-ck you so up your children’s children will feel it
they’re coming out, oh look, skin’s peeling
all the same scars where i knocked you
making your progeny die before they want to
now to be true i love my fans, you know i do
writing snail mail back, for my boo
she helps me through this sh-t, it’s coo
and i think there’s nothing i’d rather do
but f-ck this, i’ma take a snooze
go get lost and drink some booze

[hook]
s to the r to the motherf-cking a
making that sh-t look pretty d-mn cray
but you know that other guy didn’t make it, nay
as far as i’m concerned, my name’s original, yay
so if you don’t like and got something to say
come to my house, i’ll meet you any day
and because i’m a teen i’ll probably be made
but sh-t man i’m still s-r-a

[verse 3]
now you’re trying to give me pollution while my delusions of imprudence
make me seem intruding as i fight my illusions while everyone is confusing
and my profusion is an argument for a revolution, and you come to a conclusion
that i’m deluding the fusion and i fight because i do sh-t to finish infusion
that’s no dream of mine, ain’t no one make that my dope
i don’t care if the person asking was the motherf-cking pope
now you all say my flow is sh-t, well i ask you, could you write something better with this at your fingertips?
that’s what i thought, limp noodles n d-cks
saw you stuck like a f-g in a bag, maybe that’s why they call you f-gbag
and i’m dissing you hardcore, like that p-rn you starred in when you were poor
don’t think i don’t know, it’s only to prove i got that motherf-cking flow
and if you ask nicely, i’ll keep finding some more
don’t know if that was made up or not, but (either way, you got some f-cked up hobbies…)

- s ra

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