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Mickey Factz

"FTW"

[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
Ain't nobody put a gun to your head and it made you listen
A lot of you, I'd rather be dead than to trade positions
You b*tches will get to dissin', my b*tches will get to drippin'
You b*tches will get to fixin' dinner in pots I p*ss in
And I'm not a politician, indifferent to makin' fans
'Cause I'd rather shake an infant than trip over shakin' hands
Damn. and I'm makin' a stand like a witness and I'm makin' 'em mad
Hit list when I get into the lab
And I hit 'em with a punch and I hit 'em with a ji-ji-jab
Anybody wanna fight him, I'm Tyson before the flab
And they never gonna make it rain with them itty bitty lames can't hail a cab
My b*tches thick, I'll put that ripple in they ass
While you tryna not to stare like when a cripple trippin' past ya
Anybody askin' for favors on they behalves
I'm debtin' you 'less it's revenue, then you can do the math
Huh, my boo is mad that I'm buzzin', she's scared I'm movin' on
A stubborn mothaf*cka, I stuck with her just to prove her wrong
Let that go, I don't really got to sweat 'em, I'mma dead that though
Alzheimers for hymens and that's why they so forgettable
Pitiful, better when I'm in the middle of a psycho episode
The good are dyin' young but I'm tryna live forever so...

[Hook: Emilio Rojas]
My attitude is f*ck you, askin' who the f*ck is you
You f*ckas wanna f*ck with me, I promise I'mma f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck this, what the f*ck did this come to
f*ck the world and don't ask me for sh*t
So now my attitude is f*ck you, askin' who the f*ck is you
You f*ckas wanna f*ck with me, I promise I'mma f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck this, what the f*ck did this come to
f*ck the world and don't ask me for sh*t

[Verse Two: Killer Mike]
My attitude is that of a problem child in an after school
Probably this way 'cause I was forced to come after dudes
That was fully lame in the game and wasn't half as cool
As this fat fly flashy dude that's satin smooth
Satin smooth flow n*gga, opposite of ho n*gga
Better get about your grind, your cheese, your cheddar
Your hustle, your flow n*gga
You say f*ck me, no homo promo, I'll f*ck your ho n*gga
So 'bout mine, if you take mine, I'll show up with two more n*gga
Tell you, I appreciate you taking that wicked, need some pro killers
Tell honey that she wasn't 'bout no money, she f*ck with broke n*ggas
I would tell her f*ck her but nah, I ain't a hope giver
I would tell you f*ck you lame but I don't go n*gga
Ain't no Eddie Long over here, I rap for dope n*gga
Keep my shootin' on steady strong I got a scope n*gga
For all you sucka duck ass n*ggas and hater crews
You say mothaf*ck me? Nah, mothaf*ck you n*gga

[Hook]

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