Your Favorite Martian - Shitty G lyrics

I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I'm a wannabe, yeah, a Shitty G
But I don't really care
Ain't nobody quite like me
'Cause my name is Shitty G
Ain't nobody quite like me
Shitty, Shitty, G, G

Let me tell you about my main man Shitty G
He never lived in the city he's
From the middle of Tennessee
He's got a wife she's morbidly obese
While Shitty sit's at Denny's sipping
40's of Ol' E no toilet in his trailer
He'll piss on the street
Shitty G would bite your style
But he's missing some teeth
Rockin' wife beaters with pit stains
Shitty's so humble "Yo, I'm the shit, man"

King of the trailer park
Thinks he's hard as nails
Front yard lookin' like a junk yard sale
Rollin' 'round on a ridin' mower
Mouth full of chew
Sippin' on Jack Daniels mixed
With Mountain Dew
Always runnin' from the cops
Getting charged with theft
They want him behind bars but
He's hard to catch
Always hustlin' somethin'
His hands are never clean
Plus, he's got the worst tattoos
That you've ever seen

I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I'm a wannabe, yeah, a Shitty G
But I don't really care
Ain't nobody quite like me
'Cause my name is Shitty G
Ain't nobody quite like me
Shitty, Shitty, G, G

Catch him drinking cans of Busch Light
Smoking Newports
Bumping Toby Keith and Too $hort (woo)
He grows his own reefer
Steals cables from his neighbors
You can always smell the vapors from
The meth lab in his trailer
He thinks he's bad just like his credit
He's got a sugar mama but Shitty is diabetic
He's got a poster of Federline, his hero
He'll drink a box of wine and say, "What up
My negro?!"

I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I'm a wannabe, yeah, a Shitty G
But I don't really care
Ain't nobody quite like me
'Cause my name is Shitty G
Ain't nobody quite like me
Shitty, Shitty, G, G

Alright, man, here I go
Y'all ain't never heard rhymes like these
I'm about to spit more fire
Than illegal Chinese fireworks
Alright, here we go

Why you messing with me? I'm freaking awesome
I got so many hoes but
I can't exactly call them
'Cause I didn't pay my phone bill
Instead I bought some reefer
When my album drops
You homos will be believers
And I'ma build a studio when
I get my settlement from an ol' car wreck
And I'm going to buy a Confederate
Flag for my bedroom, that shit is stupid cool
And y'all won't laugh when I
Graduate from computer school
It's freakin' embarrassin' when I
Tell my Mexican
Friends they need to speak American
I got speakers for my beats
They're in my car propped up
Against my baby seat
And I'm gonna make it crack this year
Drinking 30 packs working on my rap career
You laugh, but this ain't no joke
I'm out here reppin' on the streets
For all the country folks

I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I'm a wannabe, yeah, a Shitty G
But I don't really care
Ain't nobody quite like me
'Cause my name is Shitty G
Ain't nobody quite like me
Shitty, Shitty, G, G