Make You Famous - R.A. The Rugged Man, Block McCloud

I just want to be famous

I just want the world to love me

And this just in

Tom Cruise and Will Smith are buttbuddies

Back to you gentlemen

Top celebrity, top celebrity

Top celebrity, top celebrity

I’ll make you famous

Hmm, so you wanna get your ugly face on TV?

Wanna be a superstar, wanna be a top celebrity

Too short to be a ball player, too ugly to be an actor

Too dumb to sell drugs and now you’re trying to be a rapper

Now all you gotta do is shake hands with the devil

Maybe lick a little, uh, penis, I’m for real on the level

If you take a dick you could make a hit

You could jack the styles of underground rappers and claim you’ve created it

You could get cash and be massive

You could be worshipped and be a tool for the corporations

And help them gain control of the masses

Make sure you make more hits, product placement, packaging products

So poor people could make corporations more rich

I’ll make you famous

I’ll take your kids, your rhymes, your blood, your life, your soul

Top celebrity, top celebrity

Top celebrity, top celebrity

I’ll make you famous

Society, celebrity obsessed

Shock value, Janet pulling out a breast

Gaga wearing a meatmaggot infested dress

You don’t need talent to be worshipped when you walk in a building

They’ll praise you if you ain’t shit

But you rich and your parents own the Hilton

More and more people are becoming non-believers

In a world where your children

Know more about Snooki then they know about Jesus

And in the hood there’s more pressure

Cause if you’re a black actor in Hollywood

They try to make sure you become a crossdresser

We like Martin running through traffic, butt-naked with a gat

Or little Britney shaving her head, beating up cars with a bat

Don’t forget during your journey of dreamchasing

You should promote Illuminati images, pretend to be a Free Mason

Worshipping witchcraft and satanic scriptures

RnB divas posing as baphoment, goats and pagans in pictures

Don’t try to help the neighborhood, they’re broke, the don’t feed you

And who cares if the babies are dying?

They don’t really need you

The ladies love you now, you’re large

Til a lying ass gold digger show up at your hotel

And you catching a rape charge

So black people, don’t be stupid

Stop letting white lawyers, business execs

And white accountants dictate your music

I’ll make you famous

I’ll take your kids, your rhymes, your blood, your life, your soul

Top celebrity, top celebrity

Top celebrity, top celebrity

I’ll make you famous

Now BET got bought out, let me explain briefly

Now it’s WET, white entertainment TV

Viacom, Time Warner and Disney

Those the true dictators of black music, hip hop and RnB

They’re politicing your careers

They could set you up and you could get murdered

And your murderer just mysteriously disappears

Try to get murdered, take note, rappers

Cause getting killed can turn an average artist

With above average talent to GOAT status

Female entertainers, you losing the race

God forbid you get a wrinkle, go see the surgeon, hurry and mutilate your face

Some times you gotta come from the struggle and suffer

Other cases your dad can be OJ’s lawyer

And you can fuck Brandy’s little brother

I’ll make you famous

I’ll take your kids, your rhymes, your blood, your life, your soul

Top celebrity, top celebrity

Top celebrity, top celebrity

I’ll make you famous