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Anthony Allen Shutt
Anthony Allen Shutt
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What's worse Broke on ya ass Down on ya last Ain't got no job ain't got no work The rent backed up The bills stacked up Sucks can you tell me what's worse Being locked up being them bars scarred When everything you touched cursed Ya eyes all red ya loved one dead Or be the one riding in back of that hearse Broke on ya ass Down on ya last Ain't got no job ain't got no work The rent backed up The bills sacked up Sucks can you tell me what's worse Being locked up being them bars scarred When everything you touched cursed Ya eyes all reds ya loved one dead Or be the one riding in back if that hearse You cheat on ya girl and she leave you Or you cheat on ya girl and she cheat back Riding round through the city with the seat back Four tires and our if four of three flat Put the drink down dawg you don't need dat He quit drinking every day but he relapsed Plug say he got a deal but he still tax Said me tryina lose weight but he eat snacks Exercise Errbody in the room write ya problems down throw it in a hat Pass the hat around the room till the hat fill up and get fat And when the hat comes back around take a problem out and read dat And if you read somebody else's problem you gone probably want you problem Back back back back in the days When my momma paved me a way She would do anything in this world for her child And that was not up for debate Me and Breezy Beane ate so go so go Talkin chicken n steaks N every time I wanna Go and get clean she would take me to get me a fade But flash right back to the present My momma livin in heaven And my bitch made daddy wasted so many years how many 11 If the hit man had him right here In tears I would let him Lord please forgive me for my sins again I need me a reverend Wait go Rose gold wrist watch I don't need Beat that beat up and then I leave Which wolf inside you gone feed Goin so dumb like I can't read Goin so hard on this instrumental Hellcat hell naw it ain't no rental AR fifteen detrimental To any foreign or domestic threat To turn his brains into super Sonic idiotic Brain effected diss connected overloaded candy coated Mush balls Clip stand about a foot tall Shell casings hoppin out the side arm like he fumbling a football I started rappin After I snapped they reacted like Good God What's worse Broke on ya ass Down on ya last Ain't got no job ain't got no work The rent backed up The bills stacked up Sucks can you tell me what's worse Being locked up being them bars scarred When everything you touched cursed Ya eyes all red ya loved one dead Or be the one riding in back of that hearse Broke on ya ass Down on ya last Ain't got no job ain't got no work The rent backed up The bills sacked up Sucks can you tell me what's worse Being locked up being them bars scarred When everything you touched cursed Ya eyes all reds ya loved one dead Or be the one riding in back if that hearse
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