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slim gutz - fake$ ii (demo) lyrics

(intro)
y’know
people been p+ssing me off recently
yeah
(verse 1)
get all these fake people out of my face
‘cuz i know i’m gonna win the race
and i’m quickening the pace
motherf+ckers telling lies
that’s the type of sh+t that makes people wanna die
run around with a shotgun
keep lying! gonna catch a hot one
no i’m not a bad person
but with all these fakes lurking
like snakes in the grass, slithering fast
judging me from my past
but in the race they coming in last
and they always wonder why
then they tell another lie
then they switch another side
always switching lanes!
no i don’t f+ck with the lames
i don’t play no games
b+tch i do not hate!
but i can’t relate, when i create some beautiful music
and people use it to make me look stupid
just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean i’m not gonna write it
but they always try to fight it
and people always being fake yeah they tryna hide it
(verse 2)
lying doesn’t make you superior
it makes you look inferior
and the fact that you would take time outta your day
just to have something wrong to say
makes you look miserable anyway!
you fakes are digging a hole, while i’m on a roll
you need to let go!
it’s too late to let out your hate
‘cuz it shows your inferiority
and it gives me superiority
have you had enough?
‘cuz this ain’t no f+cking bluff
it causes a chain reaction, causes all the action
so y’all better not be slacking
and people always act petty
just like my aunt betty
spreading rumors, like fat tumors
it’s like cancer, it spreads too quick
and all you b+tches need to hop off my d+ck
oh, you got a bone to pick?
let me tell you something, you ain’t nothing
so stop fronting! yeah stop stunting!
f+ck all you fakes! get the f+ck up out my face!
yeah i win the f+cking race! fasten up the pace!
hold up! i need my sp+ce!
silencia por favor, you need to shut the f+ck up!
stop tryna get your luck up! stop tryna follow up!
‘cuz half of these wack rappers suck!
get these b+tches off stage
they don’t stick to the script they flip the page
and some of them are near illiterate
and people are so inconsiderate
when i hear the beat you know i’m k!lling it
and on the real, people always hating
and people always faking
some of y’all need a therapist
yeah you need a psychiatrist
this is what i’m saying, y’all make me angry like a super saiyan
some of y’all are tripping, fakes throwing shade but i’m dodging
y’all throw sh+t shots but you missing, crack the code like a f+cking log in
yeah i know the f+cking secret
y’all are so ungodly, you’re heathens
y’all are the hiders and i’m the one seeking
yeah

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