Whitney Peyton - Rumors lyrics

[Intro] What? The Jokerr? Man, he's garbage! [Verse 1: The Jokerr] Yo, yo, you probably heard I'm a nerd You probably heard that I talk more sh** than a mouth full of turds Living in my grandma's house, in the ‘burbs On a World of Warcraft account and emerge Only when I gotta go and get a little more cash I have my rich mom bail out my poor a** While I sit around doing jack sh** And having everything given to me, free as a goddamn bird They probably said I was a spoiled little punk I avoid any conflict, like a damn monk And I hideout, in my studio and talk junk If I ever had a fight, I couldn't even throw a punch The problem is I got my panties in a bunch Cause I was shopping my demo when nobody gave a f** So I started dissing rappers, and wanted to act up Cause they're all where I wanna be, and got what I want Yo, well let me set sh** clear I work my a** off, even to get here I bought my own house by saving up cash And working at a bullsh** a** job for six years I built my own studio, up from the ground And reinvested my property improve on the sound And built the credit I needed to by the damn microphone I'm explaining myself all while I'm smashing the queers Ten more years, and I ain't slowing down The J to the O, you know I been around Even if you tryna hate, even if you wanna clown You ain't taking away the fact that I'm stardom bound b**h! I paid dues, now I'm cashing my chips in The self-made man, and I'm back with a vengeance f** whatever rumor that you happen to mention It doesn't even matter cause I got your attention, ha ha ha! [Chorus 2x: Cryptic Wisdom] It's amazing to me, how the same people be On the same dick, saying the same sh**, same sh** Rumors, got nothing but rumors [Verse 2: Whiteout] Y-y-y-y-you probably a**ume that I f** my fans Cause they wanna reach out and touch my hand What can I say so you understand? You're luck just ran out shut up man! I've been running a muck but I've been coming up man So to sum it up something like the new jump man I'm the new front man, no I don't front man You don't wanna stand in my way when I come land Behind my back you say I'm stuck up But when I come around you shut the f** up I guess you must think I'm arrogant But please remind me why I should care again In my mind I try to compare them sometimes I find I miss scaring them so they start hating on something they don't know Won't say it to your face don't know, won't know, someone I know used to call me a rich kid He was just jealous of the way I did business Why can't I finish a sentence without you thinking I said that And I did this? I can remain an optimistic That maybe some day you'll stop this sh** You are not going to get my attention Cause you're not worth enough to mention I've learned my lesson and you should too These rumors are not a good look for you Sooner or later they're looking at you for the answers Go on and give them the truth. Do you feel stupid yet? I bet you do, you come to my show, won't let you through Cause there ain't no room for nonsense Yeah you will lose I promise [Chorus 2x: Cryptic Wisdom] [Verse 3: Whitney Peyton] I bet you heard I'm a b**h Cause I didn't tweet back now you're sitting there pissed Cause you heard that I'm rich Trust fund baby everything I want I get And just cause I'm a chick, you a**ume that I get down with Every dude you see me with and you keep insisting that I have a ghost writer cause it's kinda far fetched that I be this sick (easy diss) f** your couch, I'm a stuck up prick In a f**ed up town. Want to spread that round? Cut that out You don't know sh** so shut your mouth Truth is I barely do this, pay bills at the same time my landlords A nuisance thinking I got dough to blow you're so clueless How can I be rich when you steal my music? And I spend my Friday nights at home all alone With a beat, and i write, and you keep showing off All your fancy a** clothes at the same time Rapping in a cheap a** mic Tell me, how's that work for you? Should we all bow down now and adore you? Well, maybe if you spread some bullsh** around Everyone will hate me and support you Right, that's logic stop it I work hard spend hot sh** constant b**h I've earned everything that I have So I ain't got time for no bucaca, I'm a freaking monster You can, run and tell your mama Get that, he said, she said, sh** outta hear We ain't got no time for foolish drama [Outro: The Jokerr] Yo, hahaha, it's so funny Cause the same people, spreading all this bullsh** Are the same ones stalking our Facebook pages Ha, you can't leave us alone can you? I mean, if I s** so much? Then why you like me so much? f** it! [Chorus 2x: Cryptic Wisdom]