We keep booing
By: Deuce Fuller
FT. Jdizzy
Deuce Fuller –
Driving up the block with a couple friends, dressing in emo clothing ready to fight this is where the battles begins. Live once again with a gun in my hand, dude if you were me here in this place you wouldn’t understand. I talk a walk thinking about that night, I killed three lives, those guys from State Street who always got high. I’m tired I rap, but those three fags don’t understand what it’s like to have a life so boring in my house that’s all I had. Killing someone made me stronger to my manhood, but I feel I did something wrong something not so good. Calling names to others like what the hell, dude you started you bitch you’re the one who spelled. My stories are true about how a kid hurts me and my older brother who hates me, and my mother’s boyfriend always drunk rapping this shit like usually. I say I’m gone I’m dead, but really before that I hit my head, and I thought about what I said. The way I am is just me for god sake, get over it bitches if you really want to hang with the snitches, well good luck that will get you a sickness, that you can’t fix, because when they start to talk, it’s like rapping the numbers, I’m over here starving because of hunger. I was uncool in school, but they respect for who I am even if I’m not cool. Eminem was one of my favorite rappers, Devin was my favorite girl and I finally got her
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We keep shooting down all the way; we keep shooting because we have nothing to say. We keep shooting for ourselves, because we all know were going to hell. We keep shooting for our rights, come on bitches it’s time to fight. X2
They call me Deuce, because I talk then shoot. They call my older brother the big D, because he was the big guy in school basically. He played football but I didn’t care, he made me do shit for him and he never shared. My sister was a mean person on some days, and other just gay, it’s the same, us five play the same game. Deuce Fuller is back in Kville, still shooting mother fuckers still, taking his pills, rapping out his rapper skills, to feel to feel to be killed. I killed myself from another person somehow; people ask me how I live through this shit in this bad horrible town. I say I just did and made it to my destiny, because I tired with my anger I tried to be me. I rapped my way up to this point, were I’m sitting outside ready to shoot smoking a joint. My gun ready to speak and my eyes ready to seek, seek for those faggots inside who killed my life and how, they said I said goodbye, because I rap about how I’m not alive, I was just saying I wasn’t bright, you fucken retards, yeah I didn’t get far, but I’m pretty smart for a retard. So say it to my face big shot the big D, say it bitch yell it do it you fucken retard do it to me
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We keep shooting down all the way; we keep shooting because we have nothing to say. We keep shooting for ourselves, because we all know were going to hell. We keep shooting for our rights, come on bitches it’s time to fight. X2
I kept my head up to see what I was doing, I was bright as an angle I was rapping I was born to sing. I pass by like any other gang in the world; I was different, different from the guys and girls. I’m tired of all this bullshit can you hear me can you, I can say it louder for you to understand what you gunna do, you can’t even rap because you stick to girls like glue. Me too but I care about other things too, telling people your cool you’re the guy, that should be in their lives. I’m not playing no more, I don’t date whores, stop saying shit your such a bore, I’ll fuck you up hardcore, until your heart gets sore, and since you’re the big D I’m walking out the door. I stand for myself just me, not for people only me basically
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We keep shooting down all the way; we keep shooting because we have nothing to say. We keep shooting for ourselves, because we all know were going to hell. We keep shooting for our rights, come on bitches it’s time to fight. X4
