Buy My Friggin' Album Songtext

Verse 1 Buy my CD or I'll break your fuckin head I got 15 hundred copies in boxes under my bed Heard what I said, buy it, shit atleast try it This shit is dope as fuck don't make me pull your ears with pliers Aint no one buyin my album it should've been platinum Atleast god, He buy my shit or Im gonna crack'em My idea street promotion is drivin through places And peggin promo tapes at peoples faces sayin "buy it you homo" A promo, what? you want free shit You better pay up, I'll even take foodstamps kid If you ain't got a job, man it's cool you can rob Still from your old man, cuz he's a fat drunken slob And ya mom, shes blown in lonliville for 20 So just tell that smelly hoe you need some money buddy I go to the stores that are selling LP's Tell'em move some fuckin units or I'll break your friggin knees Emcee's don't even wanna battle me now I put my lyrics from behind because I started knockin bitches out Interupt rock sets from alternative bands I snatch the mic and start beatin till it's hurtin my hands Then I kick my wicked flows until the cops are called I threw a bar stool then I started a brawful brawl As I run out the door, just before I jet Don't forget to buy my album on CD or casette Chorus Im a dope emcee but a shitty self promoter I'll sign a contract for a hogie and soda I'ma use force like as if my name was Yoda Buy my shit quick man just do what I told ya Can't work for a living gotta eat off this Plus I gotta crib, and a wife, and a kid I'ma shove in your face till you purchase it Just buy my friggin album bitch! Verse 2 Don't be a cheap fuck it's just 11.99 And it's worth it, I aint sayin that because it's mine If it's wack, don't even think you'll get your money back You and your boys can make fun of it, yo I like it when you crack Take a bat, and use the thing for batting practice man smash it I dont give a fuck man fuckin bash it you can have it I really don't care man just purchase the shit I really don't feel like havin to hurt you bitch But I will, so find a way to cop my shit quick Before I find you first, and beatcha fat ass wit a stick Go on Carson Daily's show and request my video "You ain't got one" I know, just fuckin do it yo The radio don't play me and I got no distribution Ima walk in on landspeed and just start shootin I can't sell cds even in my own city Ima change my name to Qstiggy and start actin jiggy I got promo posters as wall paper in my crib And I wonder why no one's ever heard of my shit If I went out and promoted I could probably sell a record But instead I'll just sit and scratch myself, hey yo check it Chorus