Yo
This ain't for no bitches and no pretty boys up in the club
This is for the dirty, rotten scumbags from the slum

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm writin' a song, but I'm a star in the slum
Because I market to scumbags and convicts and thugs
Not pocketin' funds, so I know the bottom is tough
It's obvious, son, why I got a monstrous buzz
It's probably because I get that unstoppable love
And because I'm in the streets and I am not in the clubs
I'm doin' shots of the rum till the bottle is done
Obnoxious and dumb, but still about as hard as they come

This is for the titty dancers and shitty failures
This is for the dirtbags destined to live in trailers
Give a lippy answer, kid, I swear I friggin' dare ya
You in the world of shit like a kid in dirty Pampers

I'm like a panther and I'm prowlin' to devour
As I'm pouncin' on a coward
How astoundin' is my power
Now it's time to raise it up
This dude's dues paid enough
Losin' with a couple screws loose at your hates of love
[Chorus 2x]
I don't give a fuck who you think you are
In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar
Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me
I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity

[Verse 2]
Pardon me, but I'ma be a bit brutal with honesty
I gotta be possibly the game's hottest commodity
No apologies, never been the one for modesty
You constantly follow me up my ass like sodomy
Probably wanna be choppin' me like broccoli
So you can get inside my head just like it's some lobotomy
You sloppily make a poor attempt to stay on top of me
You can be my artery and still not be a part of me
It's robbery, you're lost in either way, you try to copy me
My policy is to simply injure victims bodily
Economy is topplin' and yet I won the lottery
My artistry covers property like Monopoly

So you ain't fond of me
Go and call the cops on me
Yeah, go on find a hobby kid like pottery or archery
Plannin' on stoppin' me?
That would be a shock to me
So to put it properly, bounce like a wallaby, unh
[Chorus 2x]
I don't give a fuck who you think you are
In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar
Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me
I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity

Wow

[Verse 3]
Bass tracks, outlash and smash white trash raps
Laugh that, I'ma be the one with the last laugh
A bunch of biters, like a pool full of piranhas
I'm a bloody horror, partially retarded, got a lotta problems
Mad drunk, disrespectin' white trash sluts
Take you out to dinner?
I won't even pack a bag lunch, hell nah
We don't pop the cryst, that's a crock of shit
Pop a bottle bitch, I ain't even got a pot to piss
Drop a bitch, I ain't buyin' no flowers and chocolates
Rottenness, monstrous, plottin' the apocalypse
Instead of wasting life, I pray to Christ to make it right
Snake eyes, itchin' every time I try to play the dice
I'm at the bar as I'm poundin' shots of Jägermeister
Throwin' on the road, doin' shows with the stagin' lights
Rockin' sick flows into solid gold-plated mics
Tattoos, changes, spikes, rock star, famous life
[Chorus 2x]
I don't give a fuck who you think you are
In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar
Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me
I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity

Yo, Q Strange
They don't know me up in the club
If you're from the slums, the projects, the trailer park
If you a scumbag, you know who the fuck it is