wacky credit rapper guy
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There's no business like show business
I kill shows, and leave no witness
I stay on row, cuz my flow vicious
If it ain't about the dough, then I don't listen
Mr. Brown, I'm the hottest 'round town
If I dumb down bars, prob'ly wouldn't get a frown
If I said "derp, flerp, my balls go ground down!"
Prolly do a hundred million on the soundcloud (Heh)
The more that I derpity derp
The more females trynna thirstily flirt
Remember when they used to be fervently curt?
Now they got they hands out when I'm servin' that merch
I'm trynna keep the bars waist deep
Cuz if I don't, then they won't embrace me
I made a song about my peepee
And I bet it gets played in the Ivy League
Go stupid, go dumb
Dope shit that'll make more funds
I smoke tree 'til my lungs go numb
And I got nice kicks like Bolo Yeung (Richie)
There's no business like show business
I kill shows and leave no witness
I stay on row, cuz my flow vicious
If it ain't about the dough, then I don't listen
One for the money, two for the show
It's the wacky rap guy with the stupidest flow
And this is truthfully told
If you keep the bar low, then they do come in droves
And that's a dilemma that you can't shake
Shoot your satisfied self for the fanbase
They eat it up, but you really can't stand the taste
And now you backstage, moping with a sad face
Just took a fresh smoke
Do I want the best fans, or the best flow?
It's like I'm less slept on when I'm less woke
Throwing dollars on my name like Creflo
Yeah, and that's the cost of fame
Juggling the keys just to start the range
Got a neck full of lots of chains
Now you shining so bright, but you lost the flame
There's no business like show business
I kill shows, and leave no witness
I stay on row, cuz my flow vicious
If it ain't about the dough, then I don't listen