[Verse 1] Ya! They said Alfred Hitchcock was the theme on every song So when I get diabolical, just know I had a cause I been plotting my revenge I know the men who did me wrong All the money that they stole Lot of people that they harmed I had managers who played me like a ukulele Luke was just a baby But he grew up, now he′s capable and strong 20 thousand dollar check Stolen from me while I had an empty tummy I was hungry, gave my money to a shark Now I ride around on empty when I'm driving in my car Pinchin′ pennies, I'm not driving I'm surviving off of art Bought a verse from Crooked I when I was nineteen But when I wouldn′t resign to my manager That manager stole the song Had no cash to get a lawyer So I walked the way upon I′ve been used Straight abused by this industry Y'all threw me to the dogs I won′t be here very long I'ma get a couple million for my momma Then I′m outta here, I'm gone, uh Ya, shit is absurd, right Motherfucker, when I talk that talk Budden never had a work nights While you was sleepin′, I heard mics You wonder why I'm strikin' with the venom Quicker than a cobra hiding in the middle What was really mellow till they started fuckin' with the kid again I gotta push the pedal down And put the pen up to the instrument I'm leaving, when I'm gonna in a bitter fellow I push through it, make a pussy go look stupid Little bitch you ain't gonna do shit, ah I'm all in as I'm sprawling my poker chips on the table My career will either fall like the soviet To be as baller as Kobe's was I never chose the chosen one But when you got the powers of Obi-Wan You either become Kenobi Or someone who never rose to the level Or go to bust you baby yodas Are not old enough to hold up a loaded gun Let alone pick a bone with a doberman I'll break you open like a coconut Expose your guts, then crush 'em like solo cups The show is now over folks Please get home before the lyrical overload Between M and I gives you a stroke And then you die, heh (rest in peace)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
