I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I'm a wannabe, yeah, a Shitty G
But I don't really care
Ain't nobody quite like me
'Cause my name is Shitty G
Ain't nobody quite like me
Shitty (Shitty) G (G)
Let me tell you about my main man, Shitty G
He never lived in the city, he's from the middle of Tennessee
He's got a wife, she's morbidly obese
While Shitty sits at Denny's sipping 40's of Ol'E
No toilet in his trailer, he'll piss on the street
Shitty G would bite your style, but he's missing some teeth
Rockin' wife beaters with pit stains
Shitty's so humble (yo, I'm the shit, man)
King of the trailer park, thinks he's hard as nails
Front yard lookin' like a junk-yard sale
Rolling round on a riding mower, mouth full of chew
Sipping on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain Dew
Always running from the cops, getting charged with theft
They want him behind bars, but he's hard to catch
Always hustling something, his hands are never clean
Plus, he's got the worst tattoos that you've ever seen
I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I'm a wannabe, yeah, a Shitty G
But I don't really care
Ain't nobody quite like me
'Cause my name is Shitty G
Ain't nobody quite like me
Shitty (Shitty) G (G)
Catch him drinking cans of Busch Light, smoking Newports
Bumping Toby Keith and Too Short, woo!
He grows his own reefer, steals cables from his neighbors
You can always smell the vapors from the meth lab in his trailer
He thinks he's bad, just like his credit
He's got a sugar Mama, but Shitty is diabetic
He's got a poster of Federline, his hero
He'll drink a box of wine and say, "What up, my negro?"
I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I'm a wannabe, yeah, a Shitty G
But I don't really care
Ain't nobody quite like me
'Cause my name is Shitty G
Ain't nobody quite like me
Shitty (Shitty) G (G)
Alright, man, here I go
Y'all ain't never heard rhymes like these
I'm about to spit more fire than illegal Chinese fireworks
Alright, here we go
Why y'all missing with me? I'm freaking awesome
I got so many hoes, but I can't exactly call them, 'cause I didn't pay my phone bill
Instead I bought some reefer
When my album drops, you homos will be believers
And I'ma build a studio when I get my settlement from an ol' car wreck
And I'm going to buy a Confederate Flag for my bedroom
That shit is stupid cool
And y'all will laugh when I graduate from computer school
It's freaking embarrassing when I tell my Mexican friends they need to speak American
I got speakers for my beats
They're in my car propped up against my baby seat
And I'ma make it crack this year
Drinking 30 packs, working on my rap career
You laugh, but this ain't no joke
I'm out here repping on the streets for all the country folk
I'm a rapper, I'm a rebel
Two middle fingers in the air
I'm a wannabe, yeah, a Shitty G
But I don't really care
Ain't nobody quite like me
'Cause my name is Shitty G
Ain't nobody quite like me
Shitty (Shitty) G (G)
Yeah, that, that "Shitty G" right there
And the new album is about to drop, uh
Well, I don't know when the new album is about to drop
But it's going to be more amazing, "Two Cats Fuckin' In The Outhouse," you watch
Y'all don't know me
