I haven't even hit the scene and they wish that I'd die, that I'd stub it out, that I'd stumble, that I'm a jerk with no lines, not a thing — enough kitsch — I push into beats like wind that flies, don't expect dog crap, I bring a hit plus — go find a new prize, after this shit she wants to be on my … Get used to it, I'm starting business, got the leverage to switch life, send it further, rise higher — a hard worker type, stacking cheese, living better, sow top seed, blaze top weed, start living, stop just getting by — throw wood onto the heat, ignore the idiots, ahhh… Throw wood onto the heat, ignore the idiots, ahhh… (x3) The more heat, the more haters! So many haters!
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