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[   SONG: Oh My               ]
[  ALBUM: Manhunt the Mixtape ]
[ ARTIST: Hyper Sniper        ]
[   YEAR: 2007                ]
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 (verse 1)

i been doin hip-hop since '99
pickin up a pen and pad when i write rhymes
no longer ross now. call me hype snipe
and after that it's no more mr. nice guy
and i had homies from hoods with drive-bys
spit so many bullets you would probably die twice
open up my mind, what you might find..
a boat load of lyrics floatin in cyanide
always had beef going with the stupid haters
moved around all the time and never knew the neighbors
carving shit in my skin when i use a razor
so when momma had me hauled off, who could blame her?
gone for 3 months not counting 8 days
marillac is where i learned how to play spades
seen a lot of sick shit that would turn stomachs
and made some mistakes, but thank god that i learned from 'em


 (hook)

oh my. the world ain't pretty
it's full of shady business men and dirty cynics
oh my. life ain't a sitcom
where your problems get solved in 30 minutes
oh my. the early bird gets the worm
and if you sleep, then you get no breakfast
oh my. in restrospective,
the shit talkin fools get the "head blown" exit


 (verse 2)

i used to buy cigarettes by the carton,
sell them by the pack at school and make a profit
and i had the numbers of a stolen credit card
that shit was years ago and i was never caught
homemade explosives, that was no gimmick
i wanted heads looking like cantaloupes splitting
so i stand alone friendless, rapping so wicked
little did i know then, rap's a cold business
first time i got drunk, it was off vodka plus mad dog
feeling like i'm in a hot sauna
chilling with goth bitches rocking dog collars
in the bedroom burning weed and nag champa
it's kinda funny when i look back though
what i might have done different if i had known
but i keep it real, imma let the fans know
teenager ross was a fuckin asshole


 (hook)