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This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
You ain't gotta tell him bitch, they know who the hell it is

Everybody lookin' ever since they sayin' where'd he come from
From the north side of Atlanta tropicana bubblegum in the blonde
Beatin' in the trunk in the donk cutaway straight beatin' like a tom-tom drum, because stomp
And the cocaine that I snorted come on buddy should have want to see us fly by
(Breathe) that, fuller buddha and a cooler full of high life somebody give me high five
Jimmy's got adidas on my feet and got the biggest pinky ring you've ever seen upon a white boy's hand
White boy going ham ya'll wearing tight jeans going glam going going going damn
Got 'em buzzin' in the club like boing boing blam, like a fat couple fuckin' in a Dodge Ram
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Cup full of crown who drunk as I am (I am!) No wait, yep, let me dive in that
'Fro like a retro porn star pocket full of money and I gotta go to Coinstar
Now I'm at a four star restaurant eatin' foie gras
Waiter comin' to the table sayin' voila
La-la tastin' like key lime pie you can probably smell the weed when we ride by
Then it's back to the crib, back with a bitch, back in Gwinnett, and I'm buzzin in my bee hive high
So stupid with it, flow so terrific, so futuristic he's sci-fi
I know the magazine will want to give me five mics
Feel like I'm the hottest MC times nine
Kick shit like a kung fu flick hi-ya
Bout to go down on this bitch sky dive
Live from your playlist in your ipod its Rittz in this bitch can I get a high five

This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
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This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
You ain't gotta tell him bitch, they know who the hell it is

Yela put me on the elevator goin up
Any rapper steppin' to me on the mic I'm-a bury him
I ain't scared of being arrogant, never gets hard but these bars hard like a barbarian
Plus a motherfucker represent Slumerican, Wolf passed me the torch, of course I'm a carry it
Now I'm in the limelight, I might take a ho to see Twilight
Finger her inside the theater and get some brain until I'm feelin' like Einstein
Why my pleasure, I be at the party cuttin' lines on the dresser
Get a bitch high and undress her
Have her on the bed sceamin OMG like I'm Usher when I touch her, yessir
Ain't nobody fresher I'm the next big thing thing
Homie guys who want to see my neck piece swing swing
Anybody want to try to test me ding ding
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Swingin' on 'em like I'm in a wrestling ring ring
Kill a muthafucker like I'm Chris Benoit
You don't really wanna fuck with Rittz then, boy
Blow another kiss to them bitches (mwahh)
Have 'em screamin' "Oh Lord" like a Christian choir
Man I'm finally on fire
If they only knew how much time has gone by, I got crown up in my styrofoam
I'm poppin X pills and I'm rollin' like a firestone tire
Can I get a high five

This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
This is Rittz, White Jesus, Johnny Valiant is the alias
You ain't gotta tell him bitch, they know who the hell it is

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Rittzo go schizo when I'm sippin' on the crystal
Swingin' like I'm Klitschko, 'til my fists swole
Fuck around and I'm a split yo' wig
Haters lookin' mad because I exploded
They was hopin' I would never get noticed
I don't think I've ever seen my dick so big
Got these bitches in they thongs like Sisqo did
In my 64 smokin' San Francisco shit
Ridin' 85 strapped like the Cisco kid
Want to sack meet me but where the sit-go is
Money stacked can't get the shit folded
Kill a motherfucker then I dispose his dead body
Bury him beneath a bed of roses
Mel Gibson, bitch I got my Swisher lit
I'm 'bout to fill it with some killer get a whiff of this
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Pimp shit like fish and grits
Gwinnett county where they found me in the valley of the crystal meth
So hello, good mornin'
Still sippin' Coke with the Captain Morgan
Still reppin' Georgia, still fresh and gorgeous
Got a a closet full of Pradas Air Max and Jordans
Got a cutie smellin' fruity like an apple orchard
'Bout to torch it up and you can tell by the smell I'm high
Everybody wishin' me well, likewise
Represent the clientelle can I get a high five


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