[bad word]  [bad word] renwassup
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You kiss my black [bad word] because you sucked my [bad word] off
My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough
This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets
And most of all it's to the wack [bad word] with wack beats
Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes
Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news
I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released
And my [bad word] business and my bank account increase [bad word] ride the poke and niggas ride the sack
So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact
Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothin
The po' broke [bad word] think I owe em something
But I don't owe em [bad word] but a 'what's up' for a hello
And ask for a job, the answer is,  [bad word] no"
Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry
Cause lookin at me crazy, that [bad word] ain't gonna change me
But some of them are cool, and they know who they are
The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car
But the others talk [bad word] behind my back
The main [bad word] always sayin they gotta rap
Wait to make a record like it happens overnight
But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight
Then they get [bad word] when I tell them that it's wack
But Ren ain't a [bad word]  so step the [bad word] back
And kiss my black [bad word] 
I'm tired of rappers with live [bad word] on the stage
Save the [bad word] for parades
And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown
And draw yourself a permanent frown
Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints
Because it wouldn't make sense
Rappers doin this should retire
Niggas lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire
People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band
It's like a man tryin to [bad word] a man
It defeats the whole purpose
It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface
big circus, all that's missin is a tent
Because the [bad word] ain't worth five cents
So a [bad word] like Ren'll take a stand
To say a real rap artist don't need a band
All you need on the stage is meat and bones
Save the band [bad word] for Quincy Jones
And no more singin on the breaks, please
The [bad word] is spreadin fast like disease
And for them I'll be a cure, pure
You know that I know I'm sure
So I'ma trap on my lure
Every hypocritical [bad word] that's suckin with the rap
Give him a real [bad word] slap
Kiss my black [bad word] 
Now rappers in the business talk [bad word] behind my back
Just because their [bad word] ain't sellin and people call it wack
But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect
Them jealous [bad word] know I clock crazy checks
Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss
But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust
Barely standin the light of the lime
Life's a [bad word] with some [bad word] [bad word] rhymes
But they always on my [bad word] when they see me
I think beneath that point, they wanna be me
I don't break my neck to be in other niggas' videos
Standin around like hoes
But them other niggas gotta do it for pub'
Because nobody recognize them in the club
And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people'll stare
Quit swinging on my [bad word] hairs
And as soon as I leave, the [bad word] start [bad word] they mouth like a [bad word]  better than they do rappin
And I don't need a crew
Because a crew can't do [bad word] that a real [bad word] can't do
So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew
How does it feel ot be number two?
Kissin another [bad word] s [bad word] so you can slick sign a autograph
And move people out his path
And that's the reason I'ma diss you
Stuff your mouth with tissue
And kiss my black [bad word]