Artist: Rittz
Album:  Top of the Line
Song:   Day of the Dead
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Rittz]
This rap shit ain't a movie
Online gettin torn up by a bunch of male groupies
that said they gonna shoot me or do somethin to me
when they see me, them imaginary bullets go through me
Ask anyone who know me, in the rap game say that I'm cool
But you should watch how you pursue me
I find it confusin, these dudes
click on my dick so hard it's like they grew a coochie, homie you canoeing
up shit creek, a thick beef stew was brewing
You talk about it so much I wish that you would use your toolie
on yourself, blow your brains out
Plus you suck at rappin, if I was you I would do tattooing
You stupid, thinkin I'ma argue with you online
so you could try to get views boo-hooing?
Talkin shit about me and all I do is keep it cool with motherfuckers
Now I'm startin to feel the hugest mood swing
The beef wasn't with me, why would you include me?
Cause it takes a while to text you back
So many rappers sit there trashin they expect that I'ma let them have
a feature for free and get so mad
because I'm busy and can't do it, really that's what all this 'bout?
I feel like I got so many enemies I cannot keep count
Even homies I grew up with
are mad I blew up and wanna knock me down
But I'm like Rocky Balboa, can't count me out
And I ain't dumb, I've been around Tommy guns before
But I'm not the one to be gunnin for
And this is karma, you started it, shut the fuck up country boy
You disrespected me, I ain't tryna say I've been a G
I'm just me, I hate their negative energy
Somebody should've told 'em let me be
This shit is stress relief, the haters rest in peace

[Chorus: Rittz]
Cause it's the day of the dead
Better watch when you're makin your bed
Watch where you're layin your head
Why the fuck would you say what you said about me?
Don't try to come around me, nah
It's the day of the dead
Better watch when you're makin your bed
Watch where you're layin your head
Why the fuck would you say what you said about me?
Don't bring them dudes around me, nah
Cause I ain't with that bullshit

[Rittz]
I cannot relate or understand
a man that goes online to hate another man
Pussy boy they just type away
I'm tryin hard not to write 'em a reply but can't
And all the lames that all rhyme the same
on every record I'm guessin that they ain't musically inclined, they made
the kind of statements, oh you sayin "Switch Lanes" sound the same
as "Heaven" and "Living a Dream" but I could name
a bunch more, "Crown Royal", "Call 911"
You can tell the difference between the flow on "Blow"
and "Wishin'", "My Interview", didn't you listen?
I always switch it up, I'm thinkin that these drones are slow
And they can't break down rhyme schemes, heated cause they can't out-rhyme me
And I ain't even changin to try to get signed
And I ain't animated like say a Tech N9ne
But if you get me on a feature it's a straight up crime scene
It seems like every year that pass I gotta remind ya
I came through on my debut like make room
It's still the total opposite of shit from my sophomore
And still ain't got a sponsor from Monster
Jumpin off the stage to hit a guy that flipped me off at my concert
They call me every name in the book
From white Tech to fat Yelawolf, see a friend jealous look
When they shakin my hand like I can't tell what's good
Cause I can't go and put people on just because
Man I'm wishin I was rich as you was thinkin I was
Homies catchin feelings actin like a bitch with a grudge
They liked it better when I was broke and depressed with a job
I tour three times a year, if you meant what you said
And when you see me in your city tell me face to face
Cause you ain't real, just another screen naming lame
Get out your black face paint and pray

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Bullshit {*6X*}
It's the day of the dead
Bullshit {*7X*}
It's the day of the dead