Esham - But No Thanx lyrics
[Esham - But No Thanx lyrics]
Dear Fan you don't even understand
Even though you not a part of the Illuminati
You still a part of the plan
Tell me when the last time you
Been to the record store shit, you haven't
Cause you don't even buy records no more, yo
You not the same fan I had ten years ago
Day 1-ers listening to Wicketshit 'til
Their ears was sore
They like the old E, and not the new E
Well shit I like the old fans
Who used to cop the new CD so fuck a new fan
You not a true fan
Another motherfucker with a negative opinion
Saying my name is all in the game
The fans ain't the same
You should be ashamed
Bet you feel real smart in
A room full of dummies since I King Tut
The game's been wrapped like a mummy
We ain't gotta be chummy
You ain't gotta love me
This ain't about a freeestyle
It's about the money
What you want me to say to you
I'll play for you
The Wicketshit will never die
But, I'ma pray for you
Cause you sit back and comment on me
About all the music I put out
That you getting for free
Now ain't that a bitch
Tell me how you gonna hit a home run
When they're scared to pitch
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
You just a foul nigga and you know it
I'm just a motherfucking poet
A killer, but I very rarely show it
The microphone a hand grenade
Pull a pin and throw it
You not the same fan, hip hop supporter
Napster conspiracy, New World Order
I think my patience is growing shorter
75% of my life put on a tape recorder
The day 1-ers respect it
Fake fans dissect it
Talk shit, Internet connected
Dear fan, you finicky like Felix the Cat
With the Mickey Mouse raps
Cause you just a rat
But, it's sort of comedic so I laugh, son
Opinions are like assholes everybody has one
Like the last few don't make me blast you
I gives a fuck what you think
Nigga, who asked you
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
For the fake fan that's so opinionated
Woo woo, outdated wicketshit I created
So shut the fuck up and shut the fuck up
And when you finished shutting the fuck up
Shut the fuck up again the perfect blend
Amen, another sin superstition, new edition
I set another trend on a one way street
Headed down a dead end
I can drive you to suicide come on get in
Dear fan, you need to play this on repeat
And never comment on my album
If you ain't got a receipt
Cause you just sound like you talking deep
But really the fact of the
Matter is your ass cheap
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Yeah, definitely not the same fansthat it was
True Suicidalistsniggas buy records
See it's gotta change
You know what I'm saying
Foul ball to all the
Fake fans downloading music
Stealing, you know you're not the same
You used to be the shit
You used to be dope, nigga
I used to see you riding down
The street bumpin' that shit
A real motherfucker, yeah
That's what I'm talking about real fans
Not these fake ass Internet
Wack ass journalists hip Hop Horrorcore
Fake ass whatever the fuck ya'll trying to be
Foul ball
Even though you not a part of the Illuminati
You still a part of the plan
Tell me when the last time you
Been to the record store shit, you haven't
Cause you don't even buy records no more, yo
You not the same fan I had ten years ago
Day 1-ers listening to Wicketshit 'til
Their ears was sore
They like the old E, and not the new E
Well shit I like the old fans
Who used to cop the new CD so fuck a new fan
You not a true fan
Another motherfucker with a negative opinion
Saying my name is all in the game
The fans ain't the same
You should be ashamed
Bet you feel real smart in
A room full of dummies since I King Tut
The game's been wrapped like a mummy
We ain't gotta be chummy
You ain't gotta love me
This ain't about a freeestyle
It's about the money
What you want me to say to you
I'll play for you
The Wicketshit will never die
But, I'ma pray for you
Cause you sit back and comment on me
About all the music I put out
That you getting for free
Now ain't that a bitch
Tell me how you gonna hit a home run
When they're scared to pitch
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
You just a foul nigga and you know it
I'm just a motherfucking poet
A killer, but I very rarely show it
The microphone a hand grenade
Pull a pin and throw it
You not the same fan, hip hop supporter
Napster conspiracy, New World Order
I think my patience is growing shorter
75% of my life put on a tape recorder
The day 1-ers respect it
Fake fans dissect it
Talk shit, Internet connected
Dear fan, you finicky like Felix the Cat
With the Mickey Mouse raps
Cause you just a rat
But, it's sort of comedic so I laugh, son
Opinions are like assholes everybody has one
Like the last few don't make me blast you
I gives a fuck what you think
Nigga, who asked you
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
For the fake fan that's so opinionated
Woo woo, outdated wicketshit I created
So shut the fuck up and shut the fuck up
And when you finished shutting the fuck up
Shut the fuck up again the perfect blend
Amen, another sin superstition, new edition
I set another trend on a one way street
Headed down a dead end
I can drive you to suicide come on get in
Dear fan, you need to play this on repeat
And never comment on my album
If you ain't got a receipt
Cause you just sound like you talking deep
But really the fact of the
Matter is your ass cheap
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Foul ball foul ball
Yeah, definitely not the same fansthat it was
True Suicidalistsniggas buy records
See it's gotta change
You know what I'm saying
Foul ball to all the
Fake fans downloading music
Stealing, you know you're not the same
You used to be the shit
You used to be dope, nigga
I used to see you riding down
The street bumpin' that shit
A real motherfucker, yeah
That's what I'm talking about real fans
Not these fake ass Internet
Wack ass journalists hip Hop Horrorcore
Fake ass whatever the fuck ya'll trying to be
Foul ball