John Anthony - Blame Me
Ah manI feel sick to my stomach, I'm gonna fuckin' puke
Huh, aye man, you know that one scene from Step Brothers where Dale's like
I think I'm gonna throw up
Huh, that's how I feel
I should find that clip, it's pretty funny
I feel like R. Kelly, you not ready to see what I'll do to your kids
So you brats better climb back in your moms belly
And stop dwellin', my ego's retarded
Takin' a shit in the parkin' lot of McDonalds after a sip of Bacardi
Y'all should'a knew that I was crazy after that one line
I said on Hell on Earth when I'd flash my dick at a red light
To a couple of transvestites, yeah, that song's what made me
You know what's crazy, they still gon' hate me
So why is everybody try'na blame me, why is everybody try'na blame me
I never understood why you would hate me, I'm really not try'na make you angry
Oh lord, look at how he acts
He thinks he is the shit but his rhymes are kinda wack
So why is everybody try'na blame me, why is everybody try'na blame me
I'm puttin' away the knife kit, it's time to bring out the nine's
AK's, grenades, I might just try not to spare no lives
You got your popcorn at the theatre watchin' the Dark Knight Rises
Until I pop out in disguise and I'm just, hi
You go right out your way to circle things that I would say
And box me up inside wait, these people bent so outta shape
The last thing that I want is hate, an asshole yes, but that's okay
It's not my fault if Ashley may get offended by just what I say
Ah, now she gettin' depressed, all because her boyfriend left
And she failed her English test, now her mom and dad are pissed
Boy, your life is such a mess, I cannot imagine it
It must be hard when you are rich so I can get why you upset
Pull out my dick and take a pic and send that straight to the senator
Joe Biden says he's from Scranton, liar, bitch your from Delaware
EC to the WB to the Back Mountain, I run that territory
Might not now, but I guess in a couple years, I'll have fans in that area
Bitch, I'm as bad to the bone, I don't see myself just givin' in
I compare these women to saxophones 'cause they make a noise when you finger 'em
I'm not your average joe, better shut the fuck up bitch and listen in
Y'all know my rhymes are cold so, that's probably why you shiverin', but then again
Why is everybody try'na blame me, why is everybody try'na blame me
I never understood why you would hate me, I'm really not try'na make you angry
Oh lord, look at how he acts
He thinks he is the shit but his rhymes are kinda wack
So why is everybody try'na blame me, why is everybody try'na blame me
Yeah, before they said I'm garbage
Too corny when I started and I know your being honest
33 Ways could've broken some records but nobody bought in
They wanna know if I can top it, is that a challenge, okay watch this
I feel like I'm trippin', my head is just skipping I'm rippin' these whole freakin' beats in minute
I'm pissed when nobody would give me
A ribbon or recognition
Bitch, you know that I did it, it's freakin' ridiculous
I just be givin' a hundred and twenty percent when I'm spitting
Nobody would listen, I kinda just figured that maybe I gotta stop thinkin' I'm gifted
Cause I'ma hit a mother fucker like a batter, when I get my stat up
Ain't nobody badder than villain, doesn't matter
Cause you 'bout'a be the mother fuckin' student to the master
Anybody wanna battle, then you better get the ladder
Cause you not even on the fuckin' level that I be at
Ya fuckin' hypocrites, you wanna talk the chatter, even though you never mattered
But the fact, that mother fuckin' rappers rather be the ballers
And the ballers always rather be the rappers
I don't have to be the dopest in the game
But even though I gotta break a leg, if I just gotta make a name
So basically I ain't afraid, if I just gotta play the game
Then fuck it, I'ma do it and I won't ever make a mistake
I'm better than anybody who be steppin' right up in the game
You don't believe me, say a name, it's doesn't matter, independent, underground
I'm still gonna fuckin' take his place
Ya better wait and see, too many babyface's comin' up inside this fuckin' game today
So basically I'm servin' up a plate of rhymes, why you gotta hate these guys
Mumble rappers did nothin' to you, except ruin rap but who the fuck minds
Blah bladee, blah blah, what's a line, phrase, syllable, couplet, rhyme
Who the fuck cares, I'm done this time, still somedays I wonder why
Why is everybody try'na blame me, why is everybody try'na blame me
I never understood why you would hate me, I'm really not try'na make you angry
Oh lord, look at how he acts
He thinks he is the shit but his rhymes are kinda wack
So why is everybody try'na blame me, why is everybody try'na blame me
Written by:
Anthony Grandinetti
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