Prince Ea - Real d**h of Autotune lyrics

I'm on my Soulja Boy sh**, but a lot sicker I tell ya girl, "Kiss me through the phone, baby," I put a bomb in it Time ticking, I'm locking the doors Don't go to the closet, I already got your mom in there, tied to the floor My girl wants me to be more positive It's not gonna happen, a positive rapper What I gotta be positive for? I pay homage to gang violence Ride around with a fake license Picking up chicks and giving them the AIDS virus I make my way but day by day, it's the same problems Somebody tell Asher f**ing Roth, I hate college Yesterday Charles Hamilton asked me to play Sonic I strangled him with the Sega Genesis cord till he was unconscious Thank God most of these n***as spittin' are terrible Cause I ain't even that good, I'm just good by comparison I ain't wrote a rhyme in 5 years, I'm still relevant 5 years and your rhyme sk**s are still embarra**ing Learn from the Nephilim I don't sh** on rappers My stomach acid dissolves 'em before they turn to excrement Its rhetoric, it's sicker than a pestilence I'm sicker than a chick dancing in the club, 9 months pregnant I'm sick enough to make you start barfing on your man sh** I'm sicker than farting in your hand, and smelling it It's incredible these whack n***a's that be rapping, b Nobody with talent and no originality Everybody's talking about swag, and that's sad to me Cos I had swag when they called it personality They heard my tracks and they gotta search for strategies I'm sounding like Lamont Coleman or early Ca**idy He got the total package but, why he ain't battling? Let me say this emphatically Number 1, ain't no individual n***a on this earth worth a rap from me Number 2, battling that ain't my niche dog I respect them n***a's they be spitting them sick bars But you really think Murda Mook is making a hit song? Get lost, them n***a's run into a brick wall You think they gonna pop, but nah they don't even discharge It's been hard I've been trying to make it But now I'm finally famous, yeah big up to big sean But I'm still picking up them crumbs Still waiting for the gold rush to come Still broke, what a bum They say I'm sick as f** Cos man I'm sick enough, to finger f** your girl with a Joe Budden thumb Low budget scum, I ain't got no effing cla** My only reason for rapping, is to get you mad And I ain't gonna let you pa** The kind of guy to f** Drake's girl and tell her she the best I ever had I'm in your crib rocking the same mask that Freddy has How you gonna use auto tune, when your neck is slashed The best player don't check his stats He just goes in to k** them in the first and the second half I knock down them shots that you afraid to take Its as plain as day, no rapper can contain him, he's dangerous So the only way that you can play him straight You gotta get Jay back down to his playing weight My flow is something like a Rafer play Sometime I gotta smack these n***a's in they heads til' it shake they face And everyone saying I'm making cake Now that's funny I got about as much money as my label mates I'm unsigned but f** a deal I want rap city in the basement back, homie f** the deal, I don't even want a deal Cos these n***a's that want a deal They try to play ya, get ya f**ed for a couple mil They try to rape ya, aha My pops sat me down and told me, Richard Never tip the waiter before a meal And that's on the real, I don't trust you s**ers still I'm on my own grind now, I keep that duffel filled Prince Ea love the kids, like a father do But this is more than love, this is child abuse Homie I wouldn't lie to you But you a funny a** example of what not to do, like rocking a chopper suit This sh** is comical, until I let that weapon spark The mac will sizzle whats black and little, like Kevin Hart Kalashnikov 47 rip your chest apart Tie you to these decent clowns screaming "I don't check the charts" I don't how much you sold or if your crew is signed This is 300, numbers mean nothing its do or die A lot of n***a's gonna lose they minds Because it's simple I don't wanna end careers, I wanna ruin lives And I don't want to k** you, I want you to choose to die And since you f*ggots like to blog that'll suit you fine You could be the first person in the f**ing world to twitter they own suicide