X - 0 To 100 (Remix) lyrics

I went from zero problems to like a hundred real quick,- I went from zero haters to a like hundred i make 'em feel sick,- I went from zero hoes to like a hundred i got an ill chick,- I got a drill dick,-with aids but i bet that she'll still lick,- That hoe knows how to make a mill quick,- (meal quick) Like a b**h on the cookin' channel 'n i'm bawlin' harder than you so guess which of us she will pick,- But anyways let's get into some real sh**,- I'm makin' a name off of'''bein' insane 'n maimin' b**hes,- 'n keepin' it real'''even when gainin' fame 'n riches,- My latent sk** as an artist shows prominently,- I have the most blatent illest 'n hardest flows dominantly,- Crushin' all my competition i'm the truest realest 'n straightest M.C breathin' today Among the fewest illest 'n greatest M.V.P'''s in a way,- The sh** i spit is so real you'd swear 2Pac's ghost was writin' for me,- The way i mortify all these artists which glorify fake sh** that're trite 'n corny,- I will slaughter you,- 'n by the time i finish it'll be a miracle if you still got a crew,- I saw your album's songs on itunes 'n said f** it 'n bought a few,- 'n since i listened to the crap i've wanted to take away everything you had everytime i've thought of you,- 'cause when real motherf**ers look at me they see a beast but I ain't a mammal though,- When real motherf**ers look at you they see you're(your)p**y, like a cameltoe These real motherf**ers feel you on zero to a hundred ratio,- You ain't dope just 'cause your whack sh**'s gettin' played on the f**in' radio,- It's funny how you fake b**hes brag about startin' at the bottom 'n makin' it to the top in success with tons of fans 'cause you got 'em to know you though,- We all know the real motherf**ers stay underground at the bottom below you so,- You think you're better than us in sk**,- 'cause you got more cheddar than us 'n still- Talk about the same bullsh** like: I got cars like i got shoes in a shoe box,- One for every day of the week in seperate garages with new locks,- I'm a thug 'till i die livin' a life like 2Pac's,- My dick's so big b**hes gotta jerk it off with two hands like i got two co*ks,- (dick's - dicks) I'ma come to your club 'n when i cum in this hoe, i don't need no permission,- (come - cum) I don't knock on the doors, i just come through like an emission,- I'm the life of the party, i came in this b**h to k** it,- I'ma bust in this p**y, and all you b**hes 'gone feel it I've been as sick as the flu, but i'm still flyin',- (fly 'n) You haters are gettin' mad 'cause all i do is bawl and i'm still cryin'!,- I've been in this game k**in' it, and it's still dyin',- If i say i'm not the king of the jungle, b**h i'm still lion! This game's fixed like a b**h,- That's been neutered but she still loves dicks like a b**h,- Motherf**ers might ask me why i got on this song 'n why i did it,- Well i had somethin' sick on the tip of my tongue 'n i had to try 'n spit it,- I just wanted to diss this f*ggot 'n take his track- 'n spit on it like eminem to prove drake is whack,- It's despicable dawg you're one of the fakest black- Artists i've ever seen but i've heard of you so- You must be famous but you're gonna regret that sh** when i murder you though,- And a lot of fans of music in this society have been so deluded by music now they don't know what a true poet is,- 'n you real artists like me might not get noticed for your art 'cause of that 'n that's a fact 'n you know it is,- So i'ma spit the real sh** 'cause you real motherf**ers relate to it 'n feel it,- I ain't gonna follow the footsteps of these fake artists just to gain fame 'n spit raps like they do it 'n k** it,- 'n i just wanted to get that sh** off my chest i didn't need to use some ill bars though i'm savin' 'em,- 'n for these haters that wanna get somethin' off their ramen noodles i'm microwavin' 'em,- (ramen - rhymin') Yeah i'm savin' 'em like they're in danger,- Real sh**'s extinct now the industry's never been stranger,- 'n all this pent up frustration i have is evokin' my anger,- I have no desire to lie 'n,- I'm tired of cryin',- See bawlin' has a whole other meaning to me this is how i feel when i'm too despaired to cry,- At my own expense i keep it real i wouldn't dare to lie,- So to you haters 'n fake b**hes i suggest you look out for the next chapter 'n prepare to die,- Yeah. This sh** was light. Seriously, y'all are hella weak mayn Oh well, I had fun wit it. X out, peace (Extra material I wrote after recording [For Fun]) 0 to a 100 remixes of this ill sh**,- 'n not one of 'em f**in' with this real sh** Remix this song a hundreds times 'n be on the charts toppin',- 'n once i get to a hundred it's too late to starts stoppin',- Watch all your hearts droppin',- As soon as your album starts floppin',-