Interview-Kelly Clarkson

"Just let me uh. call and get this interview over with. (Exhale) I hate doing this sh*t -Hello Hey, what up. This is Rittz I was calling to do the interview with you today? -Oh, Hey Rittz Let me just get my recorder ready And I'll be ready when you are. OK... cool, sh*t I'm ready let's do it! -So tell me... who is Rittz? That's a stupid question B**ch, Rittz is me A white boy from Gwinnett county Georgia Been doing for some years never gave up Now I get to live my dream -And... when did you start to rap? I think I started to rap back in '92 I got to rhyme with Snoop Or some dude that I rode the bus with Tried to get the boys for me when I ride to school and I was hooked -So... how'd your family act? About the fact I rap, they used to hate it Said I was acting black, "Pull your pants up, boy." Mom and dad would snap I had a black lumber jack with the hat to match -Did you make good grades? Hell no I been flunked Seventh grade eighth grade ninth grade and up I got expelled for selling w**d and when I came back Everyday they would check my book bag for drugs -Where did you get the name Rittz from? That's another dumb question Are you a dumb b**ch? It's obvious that I got named after the cracker Because I'm white, please next subject -You got an attitude homie? I apologize Plus I'm a little drunk and I'm always tired I done answered these questions a thousand times And people still don't know my name and now, my God It's like Everybody's asking all this sh*t about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherf**kers that damned me Be the haters that used to doubt me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memory's just too cloudy for My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A f**ked up in...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A pissed off in...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A representing in...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, who you wit?) -Was it hard to come up in the Atlanta scene? Yeah, it kinda sucked If you knew the type of sh*t they play inside the club Then the strippers don't dance and the radio don't play And besides they're showing no signs of love -you're from Gwinnett County? God damn right There's a ton of us to represent so hard Don't let the word "suburb" throw you off A lot of people moved here and got their head blown off -I heard you rap about drugs a lot, You probably would too if you grew up on a sh*t i seen 16 I was sniffing things, the sh*t changed when the '96 Olympics came -What you mean? Everybody getting mama get their GC Lotta home invasions on robbers week Kept running from the GCPD 'Cause the crime rate kept increasing weekly -So does that affect what you rhyme about? F**k yes so many nights been spending in my mama's house Geeked up and all scared that I might be thinking I'm die trying to ride it out -But to change the subject, what's up with your hair God damn why do people care Got grown men coming under me when it's something like Please say you didn't cut it is it there And I swear it's like Everybody's asking all this sh*t about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherf**kers that damned me Bitter haters that used to down me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memory's just too cloudy for My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A f**ked up in...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A b**ch stop for...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A representing in...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, who you wit?) -So Yelawolf discovered you, right? He said if he ever got the chance he would put me on And when he blew he did, I owe him for everything So if anybody f**k with my dude they dead -So is it still American? Of course it is Whatup shawty fat whatup stroll Whatup new port, whatup wim I'm about to kill sh*t Can't nobody touch us dog -What do you say to those who say you rap too fast? Don't listen then if you don't like the way that I rhyme It cost you nothin' pay me no mind Old soap both f**k a little linen a lot -You gettin' money now, right? I came off tour with like 20 grand I put a down payment on a new car Paid my manager's off Now I got like 6 til I go out of town again -How's your girlfriend dealing with your new success When I'm gone on the road all she does is cry And accuse me of cheatin' and is sleeping with chicks When I'm usually just chilling getting drunk and high -Last question, do you think the world is ready for a fat long hair piece of sh*t like you? What? F**k yeah b**ch indeed I do, and I guess I gotta make you a believer too It's like Everybody's asking all this sh*t about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherf**kers that damned me Bitter haters that used to down me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memory's just too cloudy for My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A f**ked up in...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A b**ch stop for...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, where you from? G, A have you sitting for...) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**ch, who you wit?) -P.S. Don't you ever call me a b**ch, simple a** motherf**ker, red headed bastard. Get the f**k out of here. Make this your first and last interview with me. Cracker.