Rhite Whino

Its time for a little somethin, different
From your favorite Whino
Stig of the Dump
Lets bring that double time shit
Something Ive never done before
But fuck it man I’m all about getting this shit done
Yo, check, yo, yo
Yo, its Big Stig
The man and the myth
Got white rappers on a band on a ship
With a fat bag of bad rap laughing with a clap trap
Mad cats hailing from the land of the piss
Stay reppin with a crowd full of hits
From a Mike who’s steppin in the sand of the sick
Never catch hagglin, heavy as an elephant
Lines keep you trembling after they hit
Don’t think that I’m watching you idiots
Roll deep with the hottest of lyricists
I’m not even listening
Most kids preach scripts when they sick of it
This here is the antithesis
Polar opposites I drop ridiculous
Make money that’s not what the mission is
??? with the biggest hits
Keep listening bubbling hot
Everbody lovin when I’m up in the spot
I don’t give a fuck if you love it or not
Man I’m here getting drunk tryin to poppin em off
Sip a couple of shots, swig a few brews
When you dumb cocks done figurin out who’s who
Get cocky in a minute you’ll lose
I must have beat a least million of dudes
But still, certain heads wanna hate
But they ain’t sayin shit when they step to the plate
Fuck make a break a take a left at the crate
Can I make your head bob when I flex on a break
Like OHHH, it ain’t nothin to me
Trust that I’m rockin when I’m rushin a beat
Whether it’s written or I’m droppin a free
I can never be tethered like dogs on a leash
Everyday I spend my time drinking wine
Feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign that I can understand
Yes I am
Everyday I spend my time drinking wine
Feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign that I can understand
Yes I am
Yo. Yo
Who’s that movin with a bag full of brews?
Drunk stagger and a bad attitude
Who thinks he can rap but ain’t actually true
Cause he just fucks up after asking him to
Scatter this dude, he just starts swaggerin
Hammerin shots while the bar staff laughin at him
No concern for the liver that he’s damagin
As for his crew they’re all weirdos
Thinkin they’re stars when they step to a live show
They ain’t big, they’re just big zeroes
How can you blow when you’re signed to a gyro
Fat Whino dressed like a hobo
Why won’t a arsehole shutup and go home
Chattin shit how rest with the dope flow
He ain’t even so-so homie you don’t know
If thats true what you think that I care
You think that I’m bothered that a folk with a glare
Why you concerned with the clothes that I wear
With your fake arse shoes that you bought from the fare
It’s all good, go ahead and judge me
I ain’t got time to be watchin a fuckry
Don’t claim that I’m best in the country
But most of you wanna be thugs can’t touch me
Too hungry been grinding for years
Too much to lose fuck hiding from fears
I don’t want money just props from my peers
And if not then I’ll settle for a couple of beers
Cheers, I’m here just enjoying the ride
Destroying the mic with my boys on the side
Your toys make a better noise when I ride
So fuck what I said I’m the sickest alive