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 di*k,-with aids but i bet that she'll still lick,-
That hoe knows how to make a mill quick,- (meal quick)
Like a b*tch 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*t,-

I'm makin' a name off of'''bein' insane 'n maimin' b*tches,-
'n keepin' it real'''even when gainin' fame 'n riches,-

My latent skill 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*t i spit is so real you'd swear tupac's ghost was writin' for me,-
The way i mortify all these artists which glorify fake sh*t 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*ck 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*ckers look at me they see a beast but I ain't a mammal though,-
When real motherf*ckers look at you they see you're(your)pus*y, like a cameltoe
These real motherf*ckers feel you on zero to a hundred ratio,-
You ain't dope just 'cause your whack sh*t's gettin' played on the f*ckin' radio,-

It's funny how you fake b*tches 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*ckers stay underground at the bottom below you so,-

You think you're better than us in skill,-
'cause you got more cheddar than us 'n still-

Talk about the same bullsh*t 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 tupac's,-
My di*k's so big b*tches gotta j*rk it off with two hands like i got two c*cks,- (di*k's - di*ks)

I'ma come to your club 'n when i c*m in this hoe, i don't need no permission,- (come - c*m)
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*tch to kill it,-
I'ma bust in this pus*y, and all you b*tches '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 killin' it, and it's still dyin',-
If i say i'm not the king of the jungle, b*tch i'm still lion!

This game's fixed like a b*tch,-
That's been neutered but she still loves di*ks like a b*tch,-
Motherf*ckers 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 faggot '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*t 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*t 'cause you real motherf*ckers 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 kill it,-

'n i just wanted to get that sh*t 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*t'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*tches i suggest you look out for the next chapter 'n prepare to die,-
Yeah. This sh*t 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*t,-
'n not one of 'em f*ckin' with this real sh*t

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',-