Rusty (Unfinished)

[Verse 1]

I was fucking baptized right after the day of my birth

They got me thinkin' God is in my mind, knowing my worth

Like he knows whether I'll be a thing on this Earth

In 03, I proclaimed I was a king, toga made of my shirt

And on June 6th 06, said I was the devil then lived in the dirt

I'll be doin' this till I'm fuckin' the shit outta Jessica Alba

Then I'd make Dark Angle the name of my first album

All my wedgies have come from the front, never the back

I'd tell you a lie why, but simply I'm too tight for that

I'd like to stay and chat, but I got Cat in the Hat's

Dead body in the back and all that crunk

I eyed the black p's, now I got junk in my trunk

I'm big and notorious, I got the machine gun funk

I'm sicker than a dope feen that's broke

But still have some coke on the side of his nose

I just happen to be the one they see

When I say tits bitch dick they wanna censor me

Then complain about my lyrics cause there's no such thing as empathy

 

[Hook]

Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five

You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time

Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind

You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

 

[Verse 2]

I got caught playin' Musical Chairs wit Rosa Parks

While playin' Hide and Go Seek wit Stevie in the dark

For him I guess it's Hide and Go See but he's ahead of me

The score's currently fuckin' twenty one to three

Stevie has a big difference wit these labels

Though they're both blind, Stevie makes sense at a table

It'd be a lie if I told you some labels are stable

But they givin' in, and now they gettin' fucked anal

Then when it all turns loose they see its painful

Now their fuckin' life is gettin' fucked in different angles