I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel.
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Two middle fingers in the air.
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I'm a wanna be, yeah a SHITTY G!
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But I don't really care.
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Ain't nobody quite like me.
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'cuz my name is SHITTY G.
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Ain't nobody quite like me.
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Shitty - Shitty - G - G.
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Let me tell you about my main man SHITTY G.
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He never lived in the city.
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He's from the middle of Tennessee.
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He's got a wife she's morbidly obese.
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While Shitty sits at Danny's sipping 40's of Ol'E.
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No toilet in his trailer, he'll piss on the street.
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SHITTY G would bite your style,
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but he's missing some teeth.
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Rockin' white beaters with pit stains.
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SHITTY's so humble,
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"yo, I'm the shit, man"
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King of the trailer park, thinks he's hard as nails.
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Front yard lookin' like a junk yard sale.
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Rolling round on a riding mower, mouth full of chew.
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Sipping on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain Dew.
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Always running from the cops getting charged with theft.
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They want him behind bars but he's hard to catch.
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Always hustling something, his hands are never clean.
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Plus, he's got the worst tattoos...that you've ever seen.
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I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel.
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Two middle fingers in the air.
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I'm a wanna be, yeah a SHITTY G!
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But I don't really care.
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Ain't nobody quite like me.
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'cuz my name is SHITTY G.
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Ain't nobody quite like me.
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Shitty - Shitty - G - G.
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Catch his drinking cans of Busch Light, smoking new
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ports, bumping Toby Keith and Too Short
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He grows his own reefer, steals cables from his neighbors.
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You can always smell the vapors from the meth lab in his trailer.
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He thinks he's bad just like his credit.
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He's got a sugar Mama, but SHITTY is diabetic.
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He's got a poster of Federline, his hero.
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He'll drink a box of wine and say, "What up my negro?!"
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I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel.
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Two middle fingers in the air.
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I'm a wanna be, yeah a SHITTY G!
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But I don't really care.
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Ain't nobody quite like me.
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'cuz my name is SHITTY G.
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Ain't nobody quite like me.
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Shitty - Shitty - G - G.
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Alright man here I go.
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Ya'll ain't never heard rhymes like these.
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I'm about to spit more fire than illegal Chinese fireworks.
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Alright here we go.
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Why you missing with me?
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I'm freaking awesome.
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I got so many hoes but I can't exactly call them.
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'cuz I didn't pay my phone bill.
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Instead I bought some reefer.
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When my album drops you homos will be believers.
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And I will build a studio when I get my settlement from
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an ol'car wreck, and I'm going to buy a Confederate
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Flag for my bedroom.
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That shit is stupid cool.
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And ya'll laugh when I graduated from computer school.
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I'm freaking embarrassing when I tell my Mexican
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friends they need to speak American.
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I got speakers for my beats.
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They're in my car propped up against my baby seat.
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And I'm gonna make it crack this year.
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Drinking 30 packs working on my rap career.
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You laugh, but this ain't no joke.
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I'm out here repping on the streets for all the country folks.
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I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel.
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Two middle fingers in the air.
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I'm a wanna be, yeah a SHITTY G!
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But I don't really care.
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Ain't nobody quite like me.
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'cuz my name is SHITTY G.
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Ain't nobody quite like me.
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Shitty - Shitty - G - G.
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Shitty G
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