But No Thanx - Esham

Dear Fan

You don’t even understand

Even though you not a part of the Illuminati

You still a part of the plan

Tell me when the last time you been to the record store

Shit, you haven’t

Cause you don’t even buy records no more, yo

You not the same fan I had ten years ago

Day 1-ers listening to Wicketshit 'til their ears was sore

They like the old E, and not the new E

Well shit I like the old fans

Who used to cop the new CD

So fuck a new fan

You not a true fan

Another motherfucker with a negative opinion

Saying my name is all in the game

The fans ain’t the same

You should be ashamed

Bet you feel real smart in a room full of dummies

Since I King Tut, the game’s been wrapped like a mummy

We ain’t gotta be chummy

You ain’t gotta love me

This ain’t about a freeestyle

It’s about the money

What you want me to say to you

I’ll play for you

The Wicketshit will never die

But I’ma pray for you

Cause you sit back and comment on me

About all the music I put out that you getting for free

Now ain’t that a bitch

Tell me how you gonna hit a home run

When they’re scared to pitch

Foul ball (x8)

You just a foul nigga

And you know it

I’m just a motherfucking poet

A killer, but I very rarely show it

The microphone a hand grenade

Pull a pin and throw it

You not the same fan, hip hop supporter

Napster conspiracy, New World Order

I think my patience is growing shorter

75% of my life put on a tape recorder

The day 1-ers respect it

Fake fans dissect it

Talk shit, Internet connected

Dear fan, you finicky like Felix the Cat

With the Mickey Mouse raps

Cause you just a rat

But it’s sort of comedic so I laugh, son

Opinions are like assholes

Everybody has one

Like the last few

Don’t make me blast you

I gives a fuck what you think

Nigga, who asked you

Foul ball (x8)

For the fake fan that’s so opinionated

Woo woo, outdated

Wicketshit I created

So shut the fuck up and shut the fuck up

And when you finished shutting the fuck up

Shut the fuck up again

The perfect blend

Amen, another sin

Superstition, new edition

I set another trend

On a one way street

Headed down a dead end

I can drive you to suicide

Come on get in

Dear fan, you need to play this on repeat

And never comment on my album

If you ain’t got a receipt

Cause you just sound like you talking deep

But really the fact of the matter is your ass cheap

Foul ball (x8)

Yeah, definitely not the same fans… that it was

True Suicidalists… niggas buy records

See it’s gotta change, you know what I’m saying

Foul ball to all the fake fans downloading music

Stealing, you know

You’re not the same

You used to be the shit

You used to be dope, nigga

I used to see you riding down the street bumpin' that shit

A real motherfucker, yeah

That’s what I’m talking about

Real fans

Not these fake ass Internet wack ass journalists

Hip Hop Horrorcore

Fake ass whatever the fuck ya’ll trying to be

Foul ball