This song's dedicated to all the bitch-made mutha f*ckas
(You know)
You know who I'm talking about
(Hundred singles in a hundred days)
The wannabes, the wankstas, the posers
Whatever name you may call them by
Tonight, they're known as the fake asses
I started rappin' cuz I'm tired of fake ass
So called f*ckin' rappers think they good, but they make trash
Well, I'm about to show you the realest shit
Shred up on this guitar, and still speak wit' spit
It ain't about your look, cuz not even the toughest
Mutha f*cka could come at me cuz I brings da ruckus
So f*ck this, garbage I hear everyday
Makin' my own shit, cuz I got somethin' to say
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I'm 'bout to destroy ya, don't press ya luck
We must rise up and recognize what's good
Shove all these fake asses, back to they hoods
I hail from Naptown, but you'll neva catch me sleepin'
I stay woke, no joke, tired of all y'all creepin'
On my favorite stations so I just play my music
Cuz I get an ear infection from the way that you spew shit
(Retchs) y'all make me wanna hurl
But I won't ever give up, still screamin' f*ck the world!
Cuz Tupac and Eazy-E are rollin' in their graves
Ya fake asses ruined the game, y'all should be ashamed
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I'm 'bout to destroy ya, don't press ya luck
We must rise up and recognize what's good
Shove all these fake asses, back to they hoods
They hoods
I'm feelin' this shit, man
What?
What?
What?!
No need to name drop, cuz y'all know who you are
Mumbling mutha f*ckas sound like damn retards
May be hard, shit, but that don't matter to me
Cause if your flow sounds like shit, I'm gonna splatta the scene
Go Dexter on your ass, split ya up in some trash bags
You'll be sleepin' wit' the fishes soon as I hear the splash tag
The water you can bet, nobody'll care
Cause in the muthaf*ckin' rap game, nothin' is fair
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I done destroyed ya, you're f*ckin' stuck
We must rise up and recognize what's real
And make all these fake asses choke on my steel
Yo, feel free to sing along with this last part here
It's really easy
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
(One mo' time)
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas!
M4D M4X - Fake Asses (feat. Dub C) Lyrics
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This song's dedicated to all the bitch-made mutha f*ckas
(You know)
You know who I'm talking about
(Hundred singles in a hundred days)
The wannabes, the wankstas, the posers
Whatever name you may call them by
Tonight, they're known as the fake asses
I started rappin' cuz I'm tired of fake ass
So called f*ckin' rappers think they good, but they make trash
Well, I'm about to show you the realest shit
Shred up on this guitar, and still speak wit' spit
It ain't about your look, cuz not even the toughest
Mutha f*cka could come at me cuz I brings da ruckus
So f*ck this, garbage I hear everyday
Makin' my own shit, cuz I got somethin' to say
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I'm 'bout to destroy ya, don't press ya luck
We must rise up and recognize what's good
Shove all these fake asses, back to they hoods
I hail from Naptown, but you'll neva catch me sleepin'
I stay woke, no joke, tired of all y'all creepin'
On my favorite stations so I just play my music
Cuz I get an ear infection from the way that you spew shit
(Retchs) y'all make me wanna hurl
But I won't ever give up, still screamin' f*ck the world!
Cuz Tupac and Eazy-E are rollin' in their graves
Ya fake asses ruined the game, y'all should be ashamed
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I'm 'bout to destroy ya, don't press ya luck
We must rise up and recognize what's good
Shove all these fake asses, back to they hoods
They hoods
I'm feelin' this shit, man
What?
What?
What?!
No need to name drop, cuz y'all know who you are
Mumbling mutha f*ckas sound like damn retards
May be hard, shit, but that don't matter to me
Cause if your flow sounds like shit, I'm gonna splatta the scene
Go Dexter on your ass, split ya up in some trash bags
You'll be sleepin' wit' the fishes soon as I hear the splash tag
The water you can bet, nobody'll care
Cause in the muthaf*ckin' rap game, nothin' is fair
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I done destroyed ya, you're f*ckin' stuck
We must rise up and recognize what's real
And make all these fake asses choke on my steel
Yo, feel free to sing along with this last part here
It's really easy
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
(One mo' time)
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas!
(You know)
You know who I'm talking about
(Hundred singles in a hundred days)
The wannabes, the wankstas, the posers
Whatever name you may call them by
Tonight, they're known as the fake asses
I started rappin' cuz I'm tired of fake ass
So called f*ckin' rappers think they good, but they make trash
Well, I'm about to show you the realest shit
Shred up on this guitar, and still speak wit' spit
It ain't about your look, cuz not even the toughest
Mutha f*cka could come at me cuz I brings da ruckus
So f*ck this, garbage I hear everyday
Makin' my own shit, cuz I got somethin' to say
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I'm 'bout to destroy ya, don't press ya luck
We must rise up and recognize what's good
Shove all these fake asses, back to they hoods
I hail from Naptown, but you'll neva catch me sleepin'
I stay woke, no joke, tired of all y'all creepin'
On my favorite stations so I just play my music
Cuz I get an ear infection from the way that you spew shit
(Retchs) y'all make me wanna hurl
But I won't ever give up, still screamin' f*ck the world!
Cuz Tupac and Eazy-E are rollin' in their graves
Ya fake asses ruined the game, y'all should be ashamed
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I'm 'bout to destroy ya, don't press ya luck
We must rise up and recognize what's good
Shove all these fake asses, back to they hoods
They hoods
I'm feelin' this shit, man
What?
What?
What?!
No need to name drop, cuz y'all know who you are
Mumbling mutha f*ckas sound like damn retards
May be hard, shit, but that don't matter to me
Cause if your flow sounds like shit, I'm gonna splatta the scene
Go Dexter on your ass, split ya up in some trash bags
You'll be sleepin' wit' the fishes soon as I hear the splash tag
The water you can bet, nobody'll care
Cause in the muthaf*ckin' rap game, nothin' is fair
All ya fake asses, shut the f*ck up
Cuz I done destroyed ya, you're f*ckin' stuck
We must rise up and recognize what's real
And make all these fake asses choke on my steel
Yo, feel free to sing along with this last part here
It's really easy
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas
(One mo' time)
F*ck you fake ass mutha f*ckas!
Writer: Maxwell Crawford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid