I'm a rapper. I'm a rebel. Two middle fingers in the air. I'm a wannabe. Yeah, Shitty G.
But I don't really care. Ain't nobody quite like me. Cause my name is Shitty G. Ain't
nobody quite like me. Shitty G. Let me tell you about my main man, Shitty G. He never
lives in the city. He's from the middle of Tennessee. He's got a wife. She's morbidly
obese. While Shitty sits at Denny's sipping 40's of O -E. No toilet in his trailer. He'll
piss on the street. Shitty G would bite your style, but he's missing some teeth. Rocking
white beaters with pit stains. Shitty's so humble. Yo, I'm the shit, man. King of the
trailer park. Thinks he's hard as nails. Front yard looking like a junkyard sale. Rolling
round on a riding mower. Mouth full of chew. Sipping on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain
Dew mixed with theft. They wanna be hot bars, but he's hard to catch. Always hustling something.
His hands are never clean. Plus, he's got the worst tattoos that you've ever seen. I'm
a rapper. I'm a rebel. Two middle fingers in the air. I'm a wannabe. Yeah, Shitty G.
But I don't really care. Ain't nobody quite like me. Cause my name is Shitty G. Ain't
Bush Light Smoke in Newport. Bumping Toby Keith in Too Short. He grows his own reaper
steals cable from his neighbors. You can always smell the vapors from the meth lab in his
trailer. He thinks he's bad, just like his credit. He's got a sugar mama, but Shitty
is diabetic. He's got a poster of Federline, his hero. He'll drink a box of wine and say,
what up, my Negro? I'm a rapper. I'm a rebel. Two middle fingers in the air. I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, Shitty G. But I don't really care. Ain't nobody quite like me. Cause my name is Shitty G.
Ain't nobody quite like me. Shitty G.
All right, man, here I go. Y 'all ain't never heard rhymes like these. I'm about to spit
more fire than illegal Chinese fireworks. All right, here we go. Why y 'all messing with
me? I'm freaking awesome. I got so many hoes, but I can't exactly call them cause I didn't
pay my phone bill. Instead, I bought some reaper. When my album drops, your homos will
be believers. And I'ma build a studio when I get my settlement from an old car wreck
and I'ma buy a Confederate flag for my bedroom. That shit is stupid cool. And y 'all will laugh
when I graduate from computer school. It's freaking embarrassing when I tell my Mexican
friends they need to speak American. I got speakers for my beats. They're in my car propped
up against my baby seat. And I'ma make it crack this year, drinking 30 packs, working
on my rap career. You laugh, but this ain't no joke. I'm out here repping on the streets
for all the country folk. I'm a rapper. I'm a rebel. Two middle fingers in the air. I'm
a wannabe. Yeah, Shitty G. But I don't really care. Ain't nobody quite like me. Cause my
name is Shitty G. Ain't nobody quite like me. Shitty G. Yeah, that's Shitty G right
there. And the new album's about to drop. Well, I don't know when the new album's about
to drop, but it's gonna be more amazing than two cats fucking in an outhouse you watch.
Y 'all don't know me.
