Skittlez - Who am I? lyrics

Of rappers,Who just dont know who i am My name is Skittlez I get high off of weed for the thrills I live in nanticoke On top of that, i'm broke Ain't nothin funny, f** a joke Id rather choke On my own blood when i slit my own throat Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note But i'm broke as f** too b**h, we on the same boat Ain't he dope? no, he the same as sh** that Em wrote Presidential suite and b**h, i never use my right to vote So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat She never play no games with me so i never get her coach I'll never be famous no need to boast I'm sayin' that i know, revealing them most High as d'angelo notes in a ghost I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast Im just like Eminem a broke a** white boy rapping They can't find success, like a foreigner whose mapping So why'd i have to prove to ya'll b**hes i just be laughing I ain't dissing you Em i look up to you Dr.Dre? oh, you fly too And all the sh** you went through Im like an itch you need to scratch Yeah,im that bad She was wet off the bat Loud addition purple patch You ain't gon find that Guess i'm self made When the club gets played So, they hate and they say Im skittles you might remember me I f**ed your mother under your little christmas tree Im the satan spawn you fear of Or now they don't praise enough Im an evil child My sanity is above mild Gonna unsign me if i say f** If you do ill stuff you in the trunk, drunk Listening to the beastie boys No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints Haha you little f*got raggidy anne Can you picture my specific plan Going 85 miles now Cops pulling up quick,wow Oh god police! sh** How bout we blow this bit Like i did your mom Touched it to your cherry lip balm Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong I can feel your heart beating fast As these f**ing cops won't get off my a** f**ing bite me you pricks Spray the fifth, gator kicks f**, clean up on aisle six Just shot the chief I'm sharper than shark teeth So if you wanna leave Cause there could never be peace Tina perm your f**ing weave And yea we all used to teath This b**h in the front seat, double d's on her knees You can't kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer tees b**h, i'm a ba*tard, i f** with chord keys Pulled over but this party ain't gonna stop Hair weave k**er had on chain's in my mug shot I hope you didn't forget my name Balling, but it's not a game Im s to the k to the who the f** cares k**ed 18 men brutally murdered by a chair Im skittles with blonde hair Freckles and a pointy nose Man i swear she's bad and she knows Its me