It's SRA

Lyrics

[Intro Verse] Everyone come to me asking me "What's yo name" That damn question again! I'm tired of all of you uneducated illiterate mothafuckas 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 lustful 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 Fuck, man, get me checked, this shit 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 Goddamn phone, stop yo mothafuckin ringing So these faggots wanted me to rap battle They telling me that I was a snitch tattle Well fuck them, I showed them my true skill 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 fuck 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 Hell, 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 piss 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 hell 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 crap This is fitting to the entire teen culture They're going to eat this shit 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 motherfucking A Making that shit look pretty damn 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 shit 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 fuck your opinion, I'll probably break your damn foot Man I'll fuck 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 shit, it's coo And I think there's nothing I'd rather do But fuck this, I'ma take a snooze Go get lost and drink some booze [Hook] S to the R to the motherfucking A Making that shit look pretty damn 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 shit 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 shit 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 motherfucking Pope Now you all say my flow is shit, well I ask you, could you write something better with this at your fingertips? That's what I thought, limp noodles n dicks Saw you stuck like a fag in a bag, maybe that's why they call you fagbag And I'm dissing you hardcore, like that porn you starred in when you were poor Don't think I don't know, it's only to prove I got that motherfucking 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 fucked up hobbies...) [Hook] S to the R to the motherfucking A Making that shit look pretty damn 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 shit man i'm still S-R-A