Mr. Negativity - Esham

Yo, 313 D-E-T 
Remember me? 
The one ya got ya ideas from, oh my God 
Look I got a gun, so you better run 

Fuck everybody in the industry, I be 
Mr. Negativity sleeping with my uzi 
Fuck the five mics you giving me 
I'll take you on a journey journalist, insane's how I'm living, see 
I'm living like a nigga straight out of jail 
Down on his luck, ain't got no money but I got a gun and some shells 
Oh hell, might as well pull the trigger 
On every snake nigga, when he slither 
Bitch I ain't happy I flow bitter 
Take a Louisville bat to ya head, crack 
But then again, should I just slit his throat? 
For sayin my fucking name in that rhyme he wrote 
Should I kill yo wife and ya child 
For trying to assassinate me and my style? 
Bitch please, hoe please 
Catch these bullets when I squeeze 
I shoot 

Mr. Negativity 
Negative, negative, negative 
I squeeze 

Mr. Negativity 
Negative, negative, negative 
I squeeze 

I ain't got shit positive to say 
About any rapper on the mic today 
Cause ain't no rap groups out that I know 
That make me wanna listen to the hoe ass radio 
All I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a come back 
With pop styles or 50 niggas on a track 
That shit is whack, ya need ta be smacked 
With the grill of the Cadillac 
Soldiers always trying to bite something 
Cause they know deep down they bitch ass can't write nothing 
Niggas steal ya raps quicker than ya Dana's 
So I'ma start murdering entertainers 
Hole in ya head for being famous 
Everybody know you stupid, now you really brainless 
Shameless and nameless, catch these missles when I am this 

Mr. Negativity 
Negative, negative, negative 
I squeeze 

Mr. Negativity 
Negative, negative, negative 
I squeeze 

Everybody and they momma wanna busta fucking rap 
Step in the ring and get walked on like a doormat 
Far as the radio goes fuck ya format 
Cause Detroit city is where we war at 
I don't giva fuck nigga 
I squeeze triggas, my gun's bigger 
I blast them, bucks them, motherfucks them 
Don't let them hear no omi new shit you can't trust them 
Cause niggas be running out of ideas 
And they'll still steal a nigga's shit still 
How come ya new cd sound just like my last album? 
Catch the dum dums 
And come up 

Mr. Negativity 
Negative, negative, negative 
I squeeze 

Mr. Negativity 
Negative, negative, negative 
I squeeze 

Negative, negative negative 
Negative, negative, negative