TOMMY 10,000 - THIS SONG WAS ORIGINALLY CALLED FALSE GRIT BUT NOW IT IS NOT

Yo
You are not shit (shit)
You talk a lot of game but it's really false grit (really false grit, oooooh)
You claim that I'm a pussy, dawg, you're such a hypocrite (such a hypocrite)
Type to hit your baby mama then proclaim your feminist (boom boom boom)
Swear to God these cracker rappers always sound like Eminem (aaah)
Can't believe I had to say it, motherfucker, I ain't him (Wario)
I be smokin' til I'm green with red eyes like Invader Zim (gah gah gah)
You a lazy fat bastard, homie, go invade a gym (gyrate!)
Brain splatters of honky Nazi backers (ooh)
Painted on my walls, I'm such a rough and tumble scrapper (yee-haw)
A weed wacker, Republican attacker
If Lauren Bobert walked into my room, I'd have to slap her (yee-haw)
I got a tattoo on my eye now I'm a trapper
I faked some gang relations now my life is a disaster
Wanna do the things that others did but do 'em faster
And fuck the industry like it's a kid and I'm a pastor (go)
Better bet I'm on the case bitch (what)
Got a couple pedo Catholic priests down in my basement (woo)
Stole their uniforms then volunteered as their replacement (aiiie)
Spiked the holy water then I let the parish taste it
Now back to the basics
I be runnin' races (okay)
'Round these other goofy rookie rappers that are tasteless
You say I'm a menace but I find your claims are baseless
Here's a rocket launcher, when I shoot, you will be faceless
Face it

Written by:
Thomas Winford

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