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rebecca black - mads veslelia lyrics

i’m rebecca black
the most hated in norwegian rap
and if you hatin’ you’re the reason that
i’m getting famous with the cheesy tracks
i’m so bad, yack
the wannabe is back, insert-travolta meme
where’s your keyboard at?
and if you see me on the scene, i’m the opening act
for another -sshole that ain’t close to my stats
but the industry ignoring, they salty see
no nominee, no harmony between them boys and me
they always thought that i was soft, but i took off, sorry
like a catapult, wreck you all, but i’ll be gone before you know it, david bowie.
when it’s over i mean, i’ll be plowing the cowards for hours, doubters just arouse
me
i’ll f-ck the game up like a real g
grab a souvenir then leave, indeed, but keep it real, like a mouthy little “kid”
and i’m shouting like i “sh-t”, ronda rousey with no “cl-t”, got a bounty on my pen
right, used to say inside, cause i had stage fright, now i jump in the spotlight
like where’s d-mn mic. aight, how are you original, john lennon gl-sses yeah that
is so vintage bro
oh, i put filters on videos, grab a pair of shades and rave and sink my teeth in
gold.
but don’t you ever forget
who did it from the bedroom, with no sponsors no check
who never had no connects, no mom around or respect
who started at the bottom, dropping bombs on every deck
my rhyme is heavenly sent, i see you jelly as h-ll
i’m outside, but self made and i’m engaging the bell,
well, in this biz i’ma missing piece
mv rap version of mr.bean
never been on the tv my man
(but i am self made)
you may think that it’s easy my friend
(but i am self made)
why you p-ssing on mv god d-mn
(but i am self made)
yeah, yeah i made with no mom and dad
now my name is so famous, i’m rebecca black
yeah, i’m not tryna be your friend
you call it warm-up, but i’m better than your band
and i don’t hold up, man i’m stealing all your fans
but they don’t know that i’ma unknown legend (yet)
i’m kinda used to be the underdog, mopping floors that everybody’s stepping on
and you barley ever hear me on the radio, but the headliner fear me when they hear
me flow
“so here we go, now holla if you hear me tho, do you feel me? no!”
doesn’t matter, i’m badder than aladdin sh-gging and ragging on that jasmine chick
man i don’t ask for sh-t, i don’t need no f-cking genie in a bottle
i cuddle a model, twaddle tomorrow and nada sorrow
then buy hoe, then go back to my grotto and make a motto
eat taco, all you haters so callow
industry got you shallow
i’m salami in a vitamin bowl, at the bottom surrounded by problems and wannabe prodigy
hoes
and f-ck your silver-plate, you are not that great, i’ve come to seal your fait
you’ll get mads for days, this is what i made
yeah i may be late on my little inflatable flake, wait!
never quit, h-ll no! that’ll be the day you lick your own elbows
never been on the tv my man
(but i am self made)
you may think that it’s easy my friend
(but i am self made)
why you p-ssing on mv god d-mn
(but i am self made)
yeah, yeah i made with no mom and dad
now my name is so famous, i’m rebecca black

- mads veslelia lyrics

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