Rumors (feat. Whiteout, Whitney Peyton & Cryptic Wisdom)

What? The Jokerr? Man, he's garbage! Yo, yo! You probably heard I'm a nerd You probably heard that I talk more shit than a mouthful of turds Livin' in my grandma's house in the burbs On a World of Warcraft account and emerge Only when I gotta go and get a little more cash I have my rich mom bail out my poor ass, when I sit around doing jack-shit And having everything given to me, free as a Goddamn bird They probably said I was a spoiled little punk I avoid any conflict like a damn monk And I hide out in my studio and talk junk If I ever had a fight I couldn't even throw a punch They probably said I got my panties in a bunch 'Cause I was choppin' my demo when nobody gave a fuck So, I started dissin' rappers and wanted to act up 'Cause they all where I wanna be and got what I wanted Yo, well let me set shit clear! I worked my ass off, even to get here I bought my own house by saving up cash And working at a bullshit-ass job for six years I built my own studio, up from the ground And reinvested my property to improve on the sound And build the credit I needed to buy the very microphone I'm explaining myself on when I smash on the queers Ten more years and I ain't slowing down The J to the O, you know I been around Even if you tryin' to hate, even if you wanna clown You ain't takin' away the fact that I'm stardom bound, bitch I paid dues, now I'm cashing my chips in The self-made man and I'm back with a vengeance Fuck whatever rumor that you happen to mention It doesn't even matter, 'cause I got your attention! Ha-ha! It's amazing to me How the same people be On the same dick Sayin' the same shit, same shit Rumors Got nothing but rumors It's amazing to me How the same people be On the same dick Sayin' the same shit, same shit Rumors Got nothing but rumors You-you-you-you-you probably assume that I fuck my fans 'Cause they wanna reach out and touch my hand What can I say, so you understand? You're luck just ran out! Shut up, man! I've been running amok, but I've been coming up, man So to sum it up, something like the new jump man I'm the new front man No, I don't front man You don't wanna stand in my way, when I come land Behind my back, you say I'm stuck up But when I come around, you shut the fuck up I guess you must think I'm arrogant But, please remind me why I should care, again In my mind, I try to compare them Sometimes, I find I'm just scaring them So they start hating on something they don't know Won't say it to your face don't know, won't know Someone I know used to call me a rich kid He was just jealous of the way I did business Why can't I finish a sentence Without you thinking I said that, and I did this? I've been remaining optimistic That maybe someday you'll stop this shit You are not going to get my attention 'Cause you're not worth enough to mention I've learned my lesson and you should, too These rumors are not a good look for you Sooner or later, they're looking at you for the answers Go on and give them the truth, do you feel stupid yet? I bet you do, you come to my show, won't let you through 'Cause there ain't no room for nonsense Yeah, you will lose I promise It's amazing to me How the same people be On the same dick Sayin' the same shit, same shit Rumors Got nothing but rumors It's amazing to me How the same people be On the same dick Sayin' the same shit, same shit Rumors Got nothing but rumors Whitney Peyton? She's on some bullshit! Bet you heard I'm a bitch 'Cause I didn't tweet back, now you're sittin' there pissed 'Cause you heard that I'm rich Trustfund baby, everything I want, I get? And just 'cause I'm a chick You assume I get down with every dude you see me with? And you keep insistin' I have a ghostwriter 'Cause it's kinda far-fetched that I be this sick? Sleazy dicks! Fucked'o counts! I'm a stuck up prick, in a fucked up town Wanna spread that 'round? Cut that out! You don't know shit, so shut your mouth! Truth is, I barely do this Pay bills at the same time my landlord's a nuisance Thinking I got dough to blow? You're so clueless How could I be rich when you steal my music? An' I spend my Friday nights at home All alone with a beat and I write And you keep showing off your all your fancy-ass clothes At the same time rapping in a cheap-ass mic Tell me, how's 'at work for you? Should we all bow down now and adore you? Well, maybe if you spread some bullshit around Everyone'll hate me and support you Right! That's logic? Stop it! I work hard, spit hot shit constant Bitch, I've earned everything that I have So, I ain't got time for no bucaca I'm a freakin' monster You can run and tell your mama Get that he-said, she-said shit outta here We ain't got no time for foolish drama Haha, it's so funny 'Cause the same people Spreadin' all this bullshit Are the same ones stalkin' our Facebook pages You can't leave us alone, can you? I mean, if I suck so much Then why you like me so much!? Fuck it! It's amazing to me How the same people be On the same dick (you feel me?) Sayin' the same shit, same shit Rumors (yeah) Got nothing but rumors (you feel me, Cryptic?) It's amazing to me (come on) How the same people be (yeah) On the same dick (Whiteout) Sayin' the same shit, same shit (Whitney Peyton) Rumors (and the J to the O) Got nothing but rumors (here we go) (And we off this bitch!)