True Hollywood Story - Dirt Nasty

Hollywood, Calfornia

City of smoke and mirrors… and bullshit

City will chew you up man

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Paparazzi all up in this bitch

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TMZ on the fuckin' scene

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Man, everyone out here is full of shit

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Never got his star on the boulevard

Everybody loves Raymond but no one loves me

I’m a washed up VJ roaming the streets

I’m holdin' my meat

Cause ain’t no hoes ever recognizing me, I’m finished

Popeye without the spinach

Career over, it’s ridiculous

I wish I had a fine lady

But I can’t afford a Mercedes

I ain’t got a job

Been dressed for less

Shopping at Ross, dog

My agent don’t call me back, ever

Since I been smokin' crack

Dag nab it

I reinvented myself as Dirt Nasty

Cause I’m the worst at acting

Try rapping, let’s see what happens baby

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(Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip)

True Hollywood Story

(Never got his star on the boulevard)

I get dissed at the club

I’m so D-List.

No more fucking love

My future used to look bright

Now it look like shit with speed in the pipe

I sold my Viper

For weed money and a fucking lighter

I used to wake up with hotties

Nowadays, I wake up with zombies

Anthony Michael Hall

Kirk Cameron, I need to talk to y’all

I walk to the mall

In a Scary Movie shirt.

My cock, my balls

Borrow money from my mother

Cause my career is in the fucking gutter

I’m just another

True Hollywood Story, motherfucker

Put a bullet in my head

But this ain’t no bullshit movie set

My life’s a mess

Can’t afford good sh- gotta smoke the stress

I hit rock bottom

Tabasco sauce in my Top Ramen

Game over, partner

My life’s over, like La Bamba