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dj spuddzz - being scott lyrics

[intro]
check
you’re now rockin’ with the sickest
the dopest
the king, the murderer
charlie sheen of this sh-t
you know

[verse 1]
i failed year nine and i rose to fame
after over ten years of rapping, yo, it pays
i was so poor, i broke laws, you don’t wanna know more
but d-mn, you better f-cking bet that things have changed since o-four
now i’ve got a stack of cash that piles up to my roof
i used to love popping pills with nebs in the booth
now i don’t need nebs, i’m still spitting mean
and i’m addicted to xanax, that isn’t neat
i tell my fans that no one helped me at the start but actually
i had a lot of help to make me scot today and that’s an acronym

kerser is the sickest, you’re never hearing the end
i stab you in the back, i throw an uppercut in there
would you ever try to challenge me? nah, you wouldn’t dare
i’m the best rapper ever, i’m the best there’ll ever be
there ain’t another f-cking rapper who can be compared to me

[hook]
it’s kers one, i’m the greatest, i’m the best
there’s no compet-tion for me, no, not a single threat
rags to riches, mad, the sickest, man, i’m livin’ how we didn’t
back in c-town, we could hardly afford to have a dinner
it’s kers one, i’m the greatest, i’m the best
there’s no compet-tion for me, no, not a single threat
rags to riches, mad, the sickest, man, i’m livin’ how we didn’t
back in c-town, we could hardly afford to have a dinner

[verse 2]
number one on the aria charts
plus a million views on youtube is hardly a start
paranoid, atta boy, yo, i’m dacking knives
if you queers challenge me, i’ll f-cking stab ya eyes (ow!)
i’m that guy who can top charts without the radio (radio)
never lost a battle ‘part from zone doubt but ayy yo (ayy yo)
i’m still king of rap, poppin’ zinga tabs
i’m known to cut down all these other f-ggots with my axe
kicking back, smoking weed in my new range rove’
what you say about me, i would never do a g-y show
diss triple j though i did do an on-air cypher
kers one, every day my future’s looking brighter
i’m getting high all the time, blow my spliff into the air
proud of c-town but trust me, you don’t wish you grew up there
i don’t care who disses me, i’m still rippin’ the mic
every day’s like my birthday, i’m livin’ the life

[verse 3]
this the part where it starts to get repet-tive
i’m so original, yet i can’t think of anything
new to rhyme about apart from smokin’ weed and being rich
i’m that great, even haters calling me the king
still paranoid, if you search my jeans, you’ll find a blade
i’m getting high all day just to hide the pain
and i lie awake, sipping lean from a foam cup
and not for one second, i’ll be clean or sober
ask me, i’m doper than this scene full of fakes
i’d love to meet the haters just to see what they’ll say
now that i’m famous, who’d dare diss the abk?
if you’re dope, we ain’t even in the same weed strain
y’all know what i’m gonna say, i know what you wanna hear
i might as well just re-release my old sh-t every year
f-ck that sixty metro queer, the king t-tle’s mine
that’s my three sixteens done, let’s bring the hook in one last time

[outro]
ha ha, i’m just playing scott
you know i love you

- dj spuddzz lyrics

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