Q Strange - Scumbag Superstar lyrics

Yo this ain't for no bitches and no
Pretty boys up in the club
This is for the dirty
Rottin' scumbags from the slum

Yo, I'm rotten to some
But I'm a star in the slum
Because I mockin' the scumbags
And convicts and thugs now pocketed funds
So I know the bottom is tough
It's obvious, son, why I got a monstrous buzz
It's probably because I get
Their unstoppable love
And because I'm in the streets and
I am not in the clubs
I'm doing shots of the rum
Till the bottle is done obnoxious and dumb
But still about as hard as they come
This is for the titty
Dancers and shitty failures
This is for the dirtbags destined
To live in trailers
Give a lippy answer, kid, I swear
I friggin' dare ya
You're in a world of shit like
A kid in dirty Pampers

I'm like a panther and I'm prowlin' to devour
As I'm pouncing on the coward
How astounding is my power
Now it's time to raise it up
This dude's dues paid enough
Lose it with a couple screws loose
That you hate to love

I don't give a fuck who you think you are
In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar
Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me
I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity

Pardon me
But I'ma be a bit brutal with honesty
I gotta be possibly the
Game's hottest commodity
No apologies, never been the one for modesty
You constantly follow me up
My ass like sodomy
Probably wanna be chopping me like broccoli
So you can get inside my head
Just like you're some lobotomy
You sloppily make a poor attempt to
Stay on top of me
You could be my artery and still
Not be a part of me
It's robbery and larceny the way
You try to copy me
My policy is to simply injure victims bodily
The economy is toppling and yet
I won the lottery
My artistry covers property like Monopoly
So you ain't fond of me
Go and call the cops on me
Yeah, and go and find a hobby kid
Like pottery or archery
Plannin' on stoppin' me?
That would be a shock to me
So to put it properly, bounce like a wannabe
Unh

I don't give a fuck who you think you are
In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar
Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me
I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity

Wow

Bash tracks
Outlash and smash white trash raps
Laugh that
I'ma be the one with the last laugh
A bunch of biters
Like a pool full of piranhas
I'm a bloody horror, partially retarded
Got a lotta problems
Mad drunk, disrespectin' white trash sluts
Take you out to dinner?
I won't even pack a bag lunch hell nah
We don't pop the cryst
That's a crock of shit pop a bottle
Bitch? I ain't even got a pot to piss
Drop a bitch
I ain't buyin' no flowers and chocolates
Ruinous, monstrous, plotting the apocalypse
Instead of wasting life
I pray to Christ to make it right
Snake eyes
Each and every time I try to play the dice
I'm at the bar as I polish off the Jägermeist
Going on the road
Doing shows with the stage and lights
Rockin' sick flows into
Solid-gold-plated mics
Tattoos, changes vibes
Rock star, famous life

I don't give a fuck who you think you are
In the slum, I'm a scumbag superstar
Money and jewelry don't mean shit to me
I'm respected in the streets as a celebrity

Yo, Q Strange
They don't know me up in the club
If you're from the slums, the projects
The trailer park
If you a scumbag, you know who the fuck it is