Esham - But No Thanx lyrics

[VERSE 1] Dear Fan You don't even understand Even though you not a part of the Illuminati You still a part of the plan Tell me when the last time you been to the record store sh**, you haven't Cause you don't even buy records no more, yo You not the same fan I had ten years ago Day 1-ers listening to Wicketsh** 'til their ears was sore They like the old E, and not the new E Well sh** I like the old fans Who used to cop the new CD So f** a new fan You not a true fan Another motherf**er with a negative opinion Saying my name is all in the game The fans ain't the same You should be ashamed Bet you feel real smart in a room full of dummies Since I King Tut, the game's been wrapped like a mummy We ain't gotta be chummy You ain't gotta love me This ain't about a freeestyle It's about the money What you want me to say to you I'll play for you The Wicketsh** will never die But I'ma pray for you Cause you sit back and comment on me About all the music I put out that you getting for free Now ain't that a b**h Tell me how you gonna hit a home run When they're scared to pitch Foul ball (x8) [VERSE 2] You just a foul n***a And you know it I'm just a motherf**ing poet A k**er, but I very rarely show it The microphone a hand grenade Pull a pin and throw it You not the same fan, hip hop supporter Napster conspiracy, New World Order I think my patience is growing shorter 75% of my life put on a tape recorder The day 1-ers respect it Fake fans dissect it Talk sh**, Internet connected Dear fan, you finicky like Felix the Cat With the Mickey Mouse raps Cause you just a rat But it's sort of comedic so I laugh, son Opinions are like a**holes Everybody has one Like the last few Don't make me blast you I gives a f** what you think n***a, who asked you Foul ball (x8) [VERSE 3] For the fake fan that's so opinionated Woo woo, outdated Wicketsh** I created So shut the f** up and shut the f** up And when you finished shutting the f** up Shut the f** up again The perfect blend Amen, another sin Superstition, new edition I set another trend On a one way street Headed down a dead end I can drive you to suicide Come on get in Dear fan, you need to play this on repeat And never comment on my album If you ain't got a receipt Cause you just sound like you talking deep But really the fact of the matter is your a** cheap Foul ball (x8) [OUTRO] Yeah, definitely not the same fans...that it was True Suicidalists...n***as buy records See it's gotta change, you know what I'm saying Foul ball to all the fake fans downloading music Stealing, you know You're not the same You used to be the sh** You used to be dope, n***a I used to see you riding down the street bumpin' that sh** A real motherf**er, yeah That's what I'm talking about Real fans Not these fake a** Internet wack a** journalists Hip Hop Horrorcore Fake a** whatever the f** ya'll trying to be Foul ball