HILTON LOCKDOWN (RAP)
You think I'm stupid with a head full of fluff,
But I got my own brand, music and stuff,
Like Puff,
My own perfume, hotels and bling,
You're all just jealous (and fat),
And I'm so thin,
I win.
Hilton lockdown, 5 star plan,
Give Fire-Crotch and Shitney the back of my hand,
And let them know I am the man,
When you look in the mirror of your fantasy,
It's OK, admit it, you just see me!
You're all so green of my life so fab,
Drink, drugs, fame and then re-hab,
When all you get from birth to the slab,
Is a scab,
Of debt and dirt, that'll always hurt,
That'll never cure, never be pure,
And that's why you kick me, cause you're all just sore.
I don't play by your rules,
They're not for me,
I've got lots of cash,
(And the cash of Daddy),
So let me go, set me free,
I ain't no punk, no 3rd degree,
And though I fucked up,
It was in a Bentley,
Not a common Merc or B M Vee.
So don't do this, put me in this hole,
I didn't hurt no-one and I never stole,
Don't lock me up, (lock up Nichole),
Cause to thousands of peeps I play a role,
This cell, it ain't so bad, paying my debt to the nation,
Martha was here and she did the decoration,
And though my soul is kinda raw, and my pussy's kinda sore,
And I swore,
I see that a Hilton,
Ain't above the law.
You think I'm stupid with a head full of fluff,
But I got my own brand, music and stuff,
Like Puff,
My own perfume, hotels and bling,
You're all just jealous (and fat),
And I'm so thin,
I win.
Hilton lockdown, 5 star plan,
Give Fire-Crotch and Shitney the back of my hand,
And let them know I am the man,
When you look in the mirror of your fantasy,
It's OK, admit it, you just see me!
You're all so green of my life so fab,
Drink, drugs, fame and then re-hab,
When all you get from birth to the slab,
Is a scab,
Of debt and dirt, that'll always hurt,
That'll never cure, never be pure,
And that's why you kick me, cause you're all just sore.
I don't play by your rules,
They're not for me,
I've got lots of cash,
(And the cash of Daddy),
So let me go, set me free,
I ain't no punk, no 3rd degree,
And though I fucked up,
It was in a Bentley,
Not a common Merc or B M Vee.
So don't do this, put me in this hole,
I didn't hurt no-one and I never stole,
Don't lock me up, (lock up Nichole),
Cause to thousands of peeps I play a role,
This cell, it ain't so bad, paying my debt to the nation,
Martha was here and she did the decoration,
And though my soul is kinda raw, and my pussy's kinda sore,
And I swore,
I see that a Hilton,
Ain't above the law.
