Autograph - Mike Zombie

Ow!

Who want a mufuckin' autograph?

Don’t be shy

Or we could take a picture I’d be wit' it it’ll last until i die

Who want a mufuckin' autograph?

Don’t be shy

Or we could take a picture I’d be wit' it it’ll last until i die

I am unapreciated

I am unapreciated

That’s why i am inebriated

The money’s not abreviated

I swear to god that the lord commin', we had long talks, all about my short

comin’s

But wu' ain’t money when i know that i got more comin'

He told me, «Go get it, you know you want it more dummy!»

Yea!

that’s why i talk like that, nigga, that’s why i walk like that

Huh, that’s why i’m not stoppin i’m tired of pretending i’m not payed and my

life’s poppin'

I swear, you had the wrong one, my mama had a miscarriage before me she had the

right,

and the wrong son umbilical was wrap' round' my neck, man it was all lungs

wasn’t promised life at birth so this gon' be a long one

Uh

I am William and I am Smith, I am legend since I got signed through the west

side not knew this shit,

And that was a triple entendre for niggas that don’t understand these bars and

cannot understand that i can really spit, nigga!

I ain’t know no fuckin' inner-city shit, nigga

I am from the «sub-burbs», where these niggas got curves, but these niggas got

yours but they still cop birds, Where they still let em' fly, if a nigga got

words

I wasn’t fuckin' with Risa Boda, then i started listen' started hearin' em' out,

A nigga done got older an' hearin', a young Hove just tought me bout' these

fuck niggas and, clearin em' out

Am i bad?

i smacked mike by accident, it happens when you walk the top wit' no

pen and pad and shit Consumers rockin' off the noodle, worryin' bout' who

reppin' and i put the pen down so you won’t have to worry after this

Man, who want a mufuckin' autograph?

Don’t be shy,

Or we could take a picture I’d be wit' it it’ll last until i die.

Who want a mufuckin' autograph?

Do not lie,

I mean, you got it my nigga, you’ve inquired about me way too many times!

So, lemme' ask again,

Who want a mufuckin' autograph?

Don’t lie, nigga,

Or we could take a picture I’d be wit' it it’ll last until i die,

do you get it nigga?

Don’t lie what you here for, i got this beat from a producer in the airport,

He put that shit on USB, gave me the hand-off.

So solute to him I’m really bein' aired doe'

Yea

If you wanna know how i’m doin, how i’m feelin', what the fuck i’m feelin' like,

It’s all here, not talkin' no more, not tweetin', instagramin', none of that

shit

You don’t need to hear what i’m doin, Young’s here he’s fuckin' recordin'

He’s makin this this this shit that they sleepin' on, It’s classic shit

Shout out to the set!

Young Z-O-Z-O-T-T the fuck up, 609 till i die, na' mean?

hear the chains,

609 chain it’s lit up man,

Stop playin' wit' me

Yea I don’t care dog!

Yea i don’t care dog!

I’m the one they fear dog!

Pull up.