Song Lyrics

You want my life, you wanna take away what's mine
But I got my rights and I'll keep singin' 'till the sun don't rise

It's like a game for me to watch you suffer in pain
It's my favorite thing, and I'ma do this shit 'till you're slain
You could go and ask God, even he wants you dead
I'll put you into shame every time that my pen hits the paper
Mista Mista I'm the new Docta Davis, who tries to rap, but can't even sing
The only time he sounds good is when he's spreadin' his rumors
Fillin' up his beer gutt with the last of his Cooler's
Yeah Right, Dumb Man, don't you ever compare me to you
I'm the next Dre, you're that dude who can (?)
And now you're chokin' 'cause your career is over for you
I fuckin' smoked you, both you, don't you got something
Better to do than they tell each other who's cuter
Mr Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your mom's a loose bitch
And her two kids can suck my dick, you know who this is!

[Chorus]
As I walk alone.. I still sing for tomorrow
Don't you forget that when I meet you, there won't be no sorrow
These streets are cold, but this lonely road I follow
I'm not scared, 'cause I know I'm comin' home tomorrow

Hello? Dr. Drew says he don't like me
If he's got a problem with my penis, he can bite me
Motherfuckers think 'cause I'm on the radio
They can buy me and put these asse's right beside me
You think I'ma sit here lying F*ck that
I ain't gonna let no psychologist pump back in my city nine milly milly
Singin' with me
I got the truth and the spirit, you can try to hear me
There's a certain magic when I spit and only few can match it,
'Cause I'm right above the ceiling, it's a normal habit
That's why these people say I killed their fake God (?)
So take up all these feelings, so when you need me
Just say, "How you doin'?"
I don't need that other crap about how u grew up
And You can take the other route and just say "Wow you Blew up "
But behind my back, you're sayin', "How the f*ck did he do it"

[Chorus]

As I walk alone.. I still sing for tomorrow
Don't you forget that when I meet you, there won't be no sorrow
These streets are cold, but this lonely road I follow
I'm not scared, 'cause I know I'm comin' home tomorrow

Yo, some may view me as a villain,
They treat me like a felon
So music's like a weapon
My mind is like my senses
I know when they pretend shit
Acting like it's friendship
Kiss my fucking necklace
Ask Joe hes my motherfucking witness
In every single line I spit I spit like I'm 2pac and shit
But yeah, I'm still rocking it, still walking it
They ask Deuce, "Why you talking it?"

[Chorus]

Aron Erlichman, Jim Milner