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Fuck Ya'lls
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Peak #1,141
Peak in subgenre #658
Author
Scapegoat
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Scapegoat
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August 24, 2002
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all throughout high school I felt like an outsider/ although I was treated nice, I was never an insider/ I was always taking a back seat in the farthest corner/ didn't want to interact with the townies and dormers/ class clown former, layed off my job in favor/ of other people who maybe have a better flavor/ about the only good thing I learned was my Savior/ and maybe to savor my pride in front of His labor/ my neighbors must of thought I was stupid and dull/ the only time I ever spoke in class was when I was called/ I could hear nasty whispers coming from the front of class/ there I sat, dazed and amazed at the words coming fast/ but what if my ears were just playing tricks on me/ would that answer why I thought they don't kick with me/ or sit with me, what, are they too good for me/ but in the end, I always knew I made myself lonely/ i never got any props until i started rapping/ fuck ya'lls... never got any recognition only slappings/ fuck ya'lls... i was always the last guy you'd kick with so fuck ya'lls/ if you don't like the words i spit, fuck ya'lls/ if only I could've gone to school with my only homie/ maybe that'll kill the legend that nobody knows me/ I could never amount to anything is what they told me/ a cold shoulder turned my way, please someone hold me/ my pillows still soaking wet from all the tears at night/ the darkness of the moon kept all of my fears from the light/ somebody throw me a water vest before I start to drown/ drinking all these salty tears is taking my hear rate down/ I'm like a slug in an atmosphere and a sad clown/ performing my show for the crowd and watch'em clap loud/ after the same old routine, I always ask how/ I got myself in this job and where's my cash now/ its always on hold like my life at this very point/ a crossroad between insanity or robbing coins/ i'ma go hobo across the state line to Illinois/ hustle for money and pawn all the poor children's toys/ i never got any props until i started rapping/ fuck ya'lls... never got any recognition only slappings/ fuck ya'lls... i was always the last guy you'd kick with so fuck ya'lls/ if you don't like the words i spit, fuck ya'lls/ i bought a plane ticket to my window of opportunity/ but the aviation device was jacked and soon I'll be/ crashing back to earth and crush all of your communities/ while I'm sniffing anthrax just to test my immunities/ so what'chu gonna do to me, lock me in a cell/ call the police or underpay me like taco bell/ work me like a slave until the end of my dying days/ but i'ma resilient guy who'll fight until I pass away/ its a good thing I don't live in kali4nia/ cuz I would've whooped the ass of the cops and c.i.a./ who all beat down on that black teen from Inglewood/ they picked him out from the crowd cuz he's from the hood/ the racists people all stood up and cheered them on/ never knowing that someone's video cameras is on/ oops! you've just been caught on candid camera/ smile for a picture cuz nobody's afraid of yah/ i never got any props until i started rapping/ fuck ya'lls... never got any recognition only slappings/ fuck ya'lls... i was always the last guy you'd kick with so fuck ya'lls/ if you don't like the words i spit, fuck ya'lls/
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