Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, this ain't for no bitches and no pretty boys up in the club This is for the dirty, rotten scumbags from the slum [Verse 1] Yo, I'm writin' a song, but I'm a star in the slum Because I market to scumbags and convicts and thugs Not pocketin' funds, so I know the bottom is tough It's obvious, son, why I got a monstrous buzz It's probably because I get that unstoppable love And because I'm in the streets and I am not in the clubs I'm doin' shots of the rum till the bottle is done Obnoxious and dumb, but still about as hard as they come This is for the titty dancers and shitty failures This is for the dirtbags destined to live in trailers Give a lippy answer, kid, I swear I friggin' dare ya You in the world of shit like a kid in dirty Pampers I'm like a panther and I'm prowlin' to devour As I'm pouncin' on a coward, how astoundin' is my power Now it's time to raise it up, this dude's dues paid enough Losin' with a couple screws loose at your hates of love [Chorus] I don't give a fuck who you think you are In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity I don't give a fuck who you think you are In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity [Verse 2] Pardon me, but I'ma be a bit brutal with honesty I gotta be possibly the game's hottest commodity No apologies, never been the one for modesty You constantly follow me up my ass like sodomy Probably wanna be choppin' me like broccoli So you can get inside my head just like it's some lobotomy You sloppily make a poor attempt to stay on top of me You can be my artery and still not be a part of me It's robbery, you're lost in either way, you try to copy me My policy is to simply injure victims bodily Economy is topplin' and yet I won the lottery My artistry covers property like Monopoly So, you ain't fond of me, go and call the cops on me Yeah, go on find a hobby kid like pottery or archery Plannin' on stoppin' me? That would be a shock to me So, to put it properly, bounce like a wallaby, uh! [Chorus] I don't give a fuck who you think you are In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity I don't give a fuck who you think you are In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity [Interlude] Wow [Verse 3] Bass tracks, outlash and smash white trash raps Laugh that, I'ma be the one with the last laugh A bunch of biters, like a pool full of piranhas I'm a bloody horror, partially retarded, got a lotta problems Mad drunk, disrespectin' white trash sluts Take you out to dinner? I won't even pack a bag lunch Hell nah, we don't pop the cryst, that's a crock of shit Pop a bottle bitch, I ain't even got a pot to piss Drop a bitch, I ain't buyin' no flowers and chocolates Rottenness, monstrous, plottin' the apocalypse Instead of wasting life, I pray to Christ to make it right Snake eyes, itchin' every time I try to play the dice I'm at the bar as I'm poundin' shots of Jägermeister Throwin' on the road, doin' shows with the stagin' lights Rockin' sick flows into solid gold-plated mics Tattoos, changes, spikes, rock star, famous life [Chorus] I don't give a fuck who you think you are In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity I don't give a fuck who you think you are In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity [Outro] Yo, Q Strange They don't know me up in the club If you're from the slums, the projects, the trailer park If you a scumbag, you know who the fuck it is