Outta My Way - Monoxide

You wanna know what it’s like to be me?

Horny all the time, addicted to nicotine

Shit, I’m a dope fiend I mean I fiend for dope shit

And that shit you spit I don’t want to hit

I’m sweet, broke, and hopeless.

Don’t provoke this

I turn you into a snack cake and sell the

Rights to Hostess

I need money, any way I can get it

I’m finished with all these industry snakes selling me wolf tickets

I been to Def Jam, Island, and Universal

But none of em could handle somethin' so controversial

I’m not your regular white boy competitor

I gotta get the cover if it means choking out the editor

It ain’t getting no better while all my days go by

I need some answers so I look to the sky

But he can’t help me, even if he tried

Even if I put all of my faith in God

Get yo' ass up outta my way

(Out of my way, out of my way)

(All my live mother fuckers let me hear you say)

(Out of my way, out of my way)

By all means necessary to get paid

(Out of my way, out of my way)

Rather be dead than broke’s what I say

(Out of my way, out of my way)

I know a lot of record execs wanna see me die

'Cause I’m C-O-D I need my M-O-N-E-Y

Don’t turn this into another unsolved homicide

All I gotta hear is the word from Monoxide

Misery love company, the life insurance policy

Is that what you want from me?

Fuck the record you making 'cause most fools is fakin'

The dreams you chasing, really ain’t out there

So get out of my way, or gimme my pay

Or I’ma spray, today’s your last day

Piss on your deal like a urinal

Sign the Devil’s contract I’ll read the eulogy at your funeral

Man you don’t know, me and Mono

Play your Ass like A Phono'

Die on the day your record come out for a promo

Sign another record contract like «Oh no!»

Everybody if you feel this, hands up

If you know what the deal is, hands up

If you do what it takes to get your grass up

Let me see you get your hands up

(Bla-Bla-Bla Blaze)

Remember when we used to all be broke

And no one even had the nerve to take a drag of a smoke

But now it’s all different just because we all grew up

Now your money’s the only way to see if you’re a screw up

I do what I gotta do to get paid

Been doing it ever since the fifth grade

It’s no fun when you love to smoke

But can’t buy a pack of 'Ports 'cause that ass is broke

And if you can’t buy smokes, then you can’t buy weed

So you sit there stressin' 'bout the money you need

Watchin' my pockets bleed like a murdered emcee

Who just got shot and robbed by somebody like me

Just know me and the world got beef

Got me standin' here grittin' my teeth, I wanna eat

Don’t sleep on this, 'cause you might get robbed

And I think I’m just the man for the job