Treach
Treach - Tall Midget lyrics
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[Hook] Industry rule number 100 is funny Tall midgets get short money [Verse 1] Don't bite the hands that feed you, that's exciting fire Should've done Celebrity Ghost Stories for all of ghostwriting I can't fire the owner cause it's me and my DJ Give a grown-man time-out, I'm out, buy my swag on eBay Cash, I get it, grab it, feel the punishment from the savage Legend, lyrical law, they call you Uncle Adlib Harlem shake shook up for real, you so Breezy Starving for press that's why when he went and wiggled his wee-wee My back-up plan is fuck a back-up man, I'm back Need to call by nigga Busta, boss switched off his contract Never last, you joke, better dip the yolk I'm everlasting, bro, your ghetto pass revoked Chorus [Hook] [Verse 2] Stop bitching, stop tripping, stop riffing I'm not listening, stop listening, stop sniffing You out of my army, can't harm me or alarm me Fuck your fat ass, you're a bagel away from Barney You wack rapper, backstabber, so greedy I'll make it so damn they'll never see your wack ass on TV Eat me, time to find your own zone, watch your tone Naughty year was niggas throwing you a bone, homes I hate the leach lurking off of what I built, 'cause I'm real Now I'm doing side-deals that I feel Many of your dudes love the ending, the groove It's the ending of you Mr. Winnie The Pooh Chorus... [Hook]