Teacher: Well then boys and girls Who is that over there? Dirt Dee: Well who's that it's me. The Dirt D-e-e. They're like lol, he's funny. Yeah OMG. I got my head in the kitchen sink, Throwing up my liquor drink (Don't Bother trying to holler) Could give a (what?) what you b**hes think I'm doing it better then all of the rest of the rappers I'm making kind of a b**h to beat me Ya I'm laughing while running the city Yes it's kind of fun in the sun And you kiddies this is just a sneak peak Ya my conscience never stopped me from sinning It only stopped me from enjoying my city Ya follow me from the beginning Been a long ride hasn't it? No It's been a long ride hasn't it? Yeah It's been a long time coming You see expect the unexpected, advice rejected If I follow that advice the unexpected is expected How pathetic? It's upsetting watching you drown Just know the name, respect game, when you in my town A Def: I'm that big buck hunter, my guns are for sport My people got my back, my lumbar support Working hard in the yard, not sub-par report Eight mother f**ers in one car for tour The batteries are dead. Jump! Jump! Grab em by the head and proceed to pump Anything you need indeed, I'll hook it up In the kitchen with the pots and pans, I cook it up It's my choice the future way this right now I need a break, take a rest, if I could just lie down So my reflection in the mirror was just like "BLAW" C'mon you're acting like a little b**h right now Yeah, I'm from the place where people never really do sh**
We looked at each other and said "f** it, let's do this" Cuz if you're living with no risk, you're useless Hopelessly holding on, no excuses Dirt Dee: God damn, I'm gonna get it Going Ham, Miss piggy I'm the man, up in my city You aint, aint that a biddy You were going right steady, rolling in with my bros And we hara**ed the chicken heads To be the dick in the shows I got a big mouth yeah, girls giggle when I can't spit Like what is it? How it be like? And who you came with? No changes, holler at the baller girl while wiling out Pull up in my hooptie, bunch of groupies drunk, piling out A-Def: Smile about the fact, the fact you don't give a sh** You made your bed and now you gotta live with it Aligned and I'm trying to die in a fiery pit. I won't deny it, why you lying and trying to be hip? I won't rely on it the tiniest bit I ain't finding the perfect alignment for when I finally click So why you trying this sh**? Quit trying to fit Nine lives into one, dying, you find it a b**h Dirt Dee: I find it a b**h, until I'm finally rich And when I am? I'll probably buy a f**ing island with it, I'm lying. I'll probably end dying eyeing a room with a b**h Slanging awake in a Motel 8, just trying the sh** (It's sick) A Def: Alrighty miss, you can add the prefix The futures right these days, so you can see this Indeed it's not that bad, don't believe it You are not your mom and dad, you're the remix Yeah. Yo the remix. Rap, wrap, rap. Yo the remix