[Verse 1: PhorHead] I'll let the totals talk that's the TTS Words so emphasized on average, that's what keeps me stressed I'm so tight that I snap when I see weak necks Always spit overboard, never see weakness It's impossible to not know me Fuck democracy, not doing what they want to see I'm possibly the youngest, bestest rapper prodigy Walk through possum trees Of people who all thought would be the gods of speech Not a chance kiddy There's no fans for these Hella bands on my hand Drop your pants kiddy All my fans could see I'm no fan of Cs I made a plan and then I ran That's your fantasy [Chorus: PhorHead] Stuck in the dirt Lemme drop my foot on ya My еarth wasn't made for a partner Stains on my shirt They wanting you markеd up Just do all of the shit that you want to I know my own worth Make the money my mantra Fresh goods bouta make me a monster Stuck in the dirt I don't care if you walk tough I'm always gonna want all ya marked up [Verse 2: PhorHead] Fuck your favorite rapper, man, that dude is corny You prolly only think he's deep because the booze you're pouring Bro be flaunting all his cash, oh what a snooze I'm snoring Keep all my bread inside a pantry, that's some food for storing That's just my two cents I've moved since my muses inspired me too much My music is too sick to be tainted by their touch Got new kicks, in new cliques Quite surely moving up My movements aren't too quick, but you're eating all my dust I'm an evil philanthropist I eat people like sandwiches I critique all the weak and they weep, don't see the advantages Y'all been needing some bandages So I leaked all my plans and shit Editing all of my beats and my sheets, no masking my camera tricks Baby teeth my career right now Still by leagues I'm leading my town My colleagues so defeated, they dip their feet in then all lie down Go to sleep in the pond and drown I dug deep, came upon my sound There will be no release if you just repeat like a copied clown Got it down to a tee I can see your frown through your teeth I gathered all of my quotables And got it down to a tee Y'all been counting on me 'Cause I been pounding them beats I'm the genius after all, leave the counting to me [Chorus: PhorHead] Stuck in the dirt Lemme drop my foot on ya My earth wasn't made for a partner Stains on my shirt They wanting you marked up Just do all of the shit that you want to I know my own worth Make the money my mantra Fresh goods bouta make me a monster Stuck in the dirt I don't care if you walk tough I'm always gonna want all ya marked up, yeah
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