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futuristic - my name is (remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
watch me spit these raps until my lungs collapse
rap god, put me on the cross with like a hundred tacks
everybody’s on my b-lls, i got like a hundred sacks
eating everything just like a fat kid with a bunch of snacks
i grew up on songs by eminem and busta rhymes
sh-t that make you crazy then go and commit a ton of crimes
if rappers ever say my name then i’m gonna reply
then after that they don’t say anything like a f-ckin’ mime
i ripped this sh-t off youtube then i started writing
my alb-m much like the mountains because it’s always climbing
a secretary on my phone because i’m always typing
i’m like a greasy forehead because i’m always shining
no advertising or a dollar spent
y’all droppin’ millions and you still ain’t poppin’, you should give it up like lent
i’m a survivor spittin’ fire, y’all can hold the flint
a different city every day, i touch down, hold my d-ck
i’m independent, i don’t trust a label
i’ve been on tv ten times this month so where the f-ck’s your cable?
your bank account looks like a bunch of bagels
i might play beer pong with hundred dollar bills, i bet i run the tables
with a white b-tch sipping fuzzy navels, let her like my maple skin
i pull out the trojan, she ride it in the stable
scratched my back until it’s almost fatal
i let her bounce on that, i hung her from the ceiling with some bungee cables

[hook]
hi, my name is futuristic
my name is futuristic
said it twice in case you missed it
and i’m about my bread, somebody get me a biscuit
i’m just another black guy who’s got a really big d-ck
hi, my name is futuristic
my name is futuristic
said it twice in case you missed it
and i’m about my bread, somebody get me a biscuit
i’m just another black guy who’s got a really big d-ck

[verse 2]
okay, man that’s what they all say
but i’m sticking to it, homie that’s my stand and i ain’t talking about allstate
i can murder all these rappers on my off days
go to my mom’s place and then shove ’em in the crawlsp-ce
i’m in the hallways drinking and smoking, crossfaded
my friends are lame as f-ck, i’m ’bout to make ’em all famous
and you can bet on that like dog races
i’ve had a tough life because i’m half-white and my family’s all racist (n-gg-!)
i told my teachers they can lick my b-lls
and anyone that doubted me then came around you know i missed the call
i’m sh-ttin’ on ’em from a different stall
and all my fans see more bars than convicts behind the prison wall
i need a b-tch that’s into kissing dogs, gets applause
if anybody wanna throw their hands at me she gets involved
and she can suck a watermelon through a frickin’ straw
and let me backhand her like a tennis ball n-gg-, oh

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