Rumors

Hang him up by a meat hook
And then skin him alive while
Playing his own music
Merely a reflection of what other people
Want to see in him

Why oh why does everybody talk shit
About me, Mr bones, OG
Trying to get the information
On all my wicked creations
Dropping my tracks, everybody's in my mix
And tell your girlfriend to stay off my dick
Or better yet
Tell that bitch to give the pussy up
To the boneyard crew, so now what's up
Everybody nowadays always wanna play
And everybody's always got something to say
Like everybody in Roseville thinks I'm dead
Everybody in Warren think I'm a crack head
Everybody in Eastpointe says I kill cops
Everybody in Clinton Township thinks
I'm slangin' rocks
Which is true and which is a fable?
Said I was broke eating crumbs off the table
The shit don't stop
Here it go to St clair Shores
They said I was fuckin' these whores
And everybody saying that I
Go to they parties they said I fucked Amy in
The bathroom at Hardee's
Everybody says that I sleep in a coffin
Everybody says if I was dead
I'm better off then
Everybody says that I'm a chainsmoker
Everybody says that I'm a weed toker
Everybody says that I'm a bitch slapper
Nowadays everybody is a wicked rapper
The shit kicked off real simple and plain
For groups from the D
I ain't got to say any names
But I'ma take all that shit to another level
Separating real killers from studio devils