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FUCK LOCALS Lyrics by SB IV SHORT

2013

[Intro:]
Yeah, Fuck that tag...
I don't give a shit... I'ma still like...
Uhh... Uhhh..
[Verse 1:]
First of all, FUCK THE LOCALS
I don't really give a shit if you niggas feelin' me or not
My Twitter followers disloyal
Bet they'd treat me like I'm royal if I crowned 'em with the semi Glock
Motherfuckers wanna see me trippin'
As if I'm sitting in a padded room, maddest coon
Like a janitor that never had a broom
Sweepin' up the ashes of the cigarettes by Heidi Klum
Catching falling stars like a cow sitting on the Moon
They called the kid a clown, guess I'm "IT"
But still they juggle with their counterfeit emotions and they'd rather quit
While I still do this shit
Cross me like a crucifix
Hit you with my fucking whip
On some Kinte Kunta shit
Oh his name was Kunta Kinte ?
Do I look like I give a motherfuck about my damn history ?!
Either way this World is still fucked in my misery
Opera hits from shottie shells, let me play a symphony
And my Father still won't show no damn sympathy
Though he missed my day
20 TIMES ! Fuck my memories !
But fuck my Father shit I probably shouldn't bother
Cause all of you damn locals would call me Tyler The Creator
To hell with all of you haters
I'd kill my own Dad
And buy me a pair of Gators
Step in his funeral and do 10 bitches a favor
And smack his ass up, piss on his casket for later
Enough of that, he's irrelevant
Watch me take some selfies at his shit
Like the President
Well I guess I'm selfish like I'm Elvis
Get the fuck from off my pelvis
Toss a flame thrower, then I'll spark a stogie while you're melting
Saying (HAAWWW HAWWWW)
Like my name was really Nelson
But I'm Southside Bart Simpson with a Smith & Wesson
Hope you get my message in a second, let me finish
I'ma spazz on your ass like Popeye
On spinach with Zannies and coke in it
This is a quoted sentence
"Just remember that I sold my soul for NO WOMEN."
Cause you bitches ain't
Worth my time, gets no minutes
And I'll jack off
Catwalk
Get these fucking raps off
Like I'm UPS
Delivery on bath salts
Scare ya ass like I'm Jason when I take this mask off
You better recognize an animal
Eyes bloody red like the Hannibal
Savage like a cannibal
Probably mixing Oxycontins in my fucking Danimals
Past tryna' fix itself like my life mechanical
But I'm never forgetting the shit I did
I'm just hoping that I see a new soul inside my kids
Forreal

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