Shitty G

I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air.
I'm a wannabe, yeah a Shitty G
But I don't really care.
Ain't nobody quite like me,
'cause my name is Shitty G.
Ain't nobody quite like me,
Shitty G -- Shitty G.

Let me tell you about my main man Shitty G.
He never lived in the city.
He's from the middle of Tennessee.
He's got a wife; she's morbidly obese.
While Shitty sits at Denney's sipping 40s of Ol' E.
No toilet in his trailer; he'll piss on the street.
Shitty G would bite your style, but he's missing some teeth.
Rockin' wife beaters with pit stains.
Shitty's so humble, "yo I'm the shit, man."

King Of The Trailer Park, thinks he's hard as nails.
Front yard lookin' like a junk yard sale.
Rollin' round on a riding mower, mouth full of chew.
Sippin' on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain Dew.
Always runnin' from the cops gettin charged with theft.
They want him behind bars, but he's hard to catch.
Always hustling something, his hands are never clean.
Plus, he's got the worst tattoos. (Tammy Darnese Tammy Shaniqua) that you've ever seen.

I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air.
I'm a wannabe, yeah a Shitty G
But I don't really care.
Ain't nobody quite like me,
'cause my name is Shitty G.
Ain't nobody quite like me,
Shitty G -- Shitty G.

Catch him drinking cans of Busch Light, smokin' Newports, bumping Toby Keith and Too Short.
He grows his own reefer, steals cable from his neighbors.
You can always smell the vapors from the meth lab in his trailer.
He thinks he's bad just like his credit.
He's got a sugar mamma, but Shitty is diabetic.
He's got a poster of Federline, his hero. (K-Fed)
He'll drink a box of wine and say, "What up my Negro!"

I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air.
I'm a wannabe, yeah a Shitty G
But I don't really care.

Ain't nobody quite like me,
'cause my name is Shitty G.
Ain't nobody quite like me,
Shitty G -- Shitty G.

Alright man, here I go.
Ya'll ain't ever heard rhymes like these.
I'm about to spit more fire than illegal Chinese fireworks.
Alright, here we go.Why you messing with me?
I'm freakin' awesome!
I got so many hoes, but I can't exactly call them.
'Cause I didn't pay my phone bill.
Instead I bought some reefer.
When my album drops (Shitty G) you homos will be believers.
And I'm going to build a studio when I get my settlement from an ol' car wreck, and I'm going to buy a Confederate Flag for my bedroom.
That shit is stupid cool.

And ya'll won't laugh when I graduate from computer school.
It's friggin' embarassing when I tell my Mexican friends they need to speak American.
I got speakers for my beats.
They're in my car, propped up against my baby seat.
And I'm gonna to make it crack this year.
Drinking 30 packs working on my rap career.
You laugh, but this ain't no joke.
I'm out here repping on the streets for all the country folk.

I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air.
I'm a wannabe, yeah a Shitty G
But I don't really care.

Ain't nobody quite like me,
'cause my name is Shitty G.
Ain't nobody quite like me,
Shitty G -- Shitty G.

Yeah that's Shitty G right there.
The -- the new album is about to drop. Ugh, well I don't know when the new album is about to drop but it's going to be more amazing than two cats f(beep)king in the outhouse. You watch.
Ya'll don't know me.