T.he I.nformant
1st Ballot HOF Teller
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Uhh, it's the ten stan commandments
What, uhh, uhh
nikka can't tell me nothin bout these stans, uh-huh
Can't tell me nothin bout @Napoleon, @CrimsonTider, @intilectual recipricol, @ROFL_GUY
To the original stans, @Harry B, @charmander, @SunZoo I ain't forget you nikkas, architects of this stan shyt
One two three four five six seven eight nine...TEN
I been on the coli for years, it made me a animal/ it's rules to this shyt, I wrote me a manual/ a step by step booklet for you to get your game on track, not your rep pushed back
Rule número uno: never let no one know how many Ls he hold/ he teflon, at worst slept on/ undoubtedly the top gun/ you must remind nikkas of that, son/ be about that action/ go hard, go dumb/ clap, son, make they brains go numb/ go on and on, paragraphs on top of paragraphs/ like you write for Grantland/ kill them with your fukkery, that's the damn plan/ your posts oughta breed envy, 'specially if you type like @Ziggiy
Number two: always make your shyt sound true/ we all know stans be lyin, telling ducktales without fail/ take it from your highness (uh-huh)/ I done squeezed mad negs at these cats, made they rep turn red/ but if you spin it good enough who can call your bluff
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy/ know off top, nikkas already think you crazy/ brehs see you post and be prepared to report that ass fast/ mods be laying in the cut/ hoody'd and masked up/ shyt, for that coli cash, they'll throw your threads in the bushes, shoot the neggun, and laugh
Number four: know you heard this before/ "this shyt classic"/ that's all you say, that's it
Number five: never concede nothing, fukk them saying "but but but this shyt counts"/ if that shyt ain't bigging him, tell them nikkas to bounce
Number six: that goddamn logic, dead it/ you think a non-stan'll understand/ shyt, forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated, you and your artist are completely integrated/ he is you and you are he/ an attack on he is fukking up we/ you living through him vicariously/ gotta be more than a fan/ gotta pretend that's your man like you're part of the band/ his win is your win/ his fun is your fun/ his bytch is your bytch/ his enemy's your enemy/ his fate is your fate
Number eight: get an online crew/ full of like-minded nikkas that speak ridiculous too/ brehs that'll continuously dap and rep you despite nann word you type being true
Number nine shoulda been number one to me/ if you ain't postin about your artist why the fukk you in the thread
Number ten: a strong word called dikkridin/ strictly for live men
not for fresh men/ you gon do shyt the average man won't do 
/ you gon' go overboard defending him till your face turn blue/ you gon' be extreme, doing mental gymnastics/ somersaults, high knees, reaching for your toes, mind-bending backflips/ typing all caps screaming "fukk UP CAC" shyt/ channeling Pac cause your side's the best of this rap shyt/ posting smileys, deflecting, calling they stuff wackness
Follow these rules you'll be super stan in no time/ if not, just a regular fan with no shine
One two three four five six seven eight nine...
Uhh, it's the ten stan commandments
What, uhh, uhh
nikka can't tell me nothin bout these stans, uh-huh
Can't tell me nothin bout @Napoleon, @CrimsonTider, @intilectual recipricol, @ROFL_GUY
To the original stans, @Harry B, @charmander, @SunZoo I ain't forget you nikkas, architects of this stan shyt
One two three four five six seven eight nine...TEN
I been on the coli for years, it made me a animal/ it's rules to this shyt, I wrote me a manual/ a step by step booklet for you to get your game on track, not your rep pushed back
Rule número uno: never let no one know how many Ls he hold/ he teflon, at worst slept on/ undoubtedly the top gun/ you must remind nikkas of that, son/ be about that action/ go hard, go dumb/ clap, son, make they brains go numb/ go on and on, paragraphs on top of paragraphs/ like you write for Grantland/ kill them with your fukkery, that's the damn plan/ your posts oughta breed envy, 'specially if you type like @Ziggiy
Number two: always make your shyt sound true/ we all know stans be lyin, telling ducktales without fail/ take it from your highness (uh-huh)/ I done squeezed mad negs at these cats, made they rep turn red/ but if you spin it good enough who can call your bluff
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy/ know off top, nikkas already think you crazy/ brehs see you post and be prepared to report that ass fast/ mods be laying in the cut/ hoody'd and masked up/ shyt, for that coli cash, they'll throw your threads in the bushes, shoot the neggun, and laugh
Number four: know you heard this before/ "this shyt classic"/ that's all you say, that's it
Number five: never concede nothing, fukk them saying "but but but this shyt counts"/ if that shyt ain't bigging him, tell them nikkas to bounce
Number six: that goddamn logic, dead it/ you think a non-stan'll understand/ shyt, forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated, you and your artist are completely integrated/ he is you and you are he/ an attack on he is fukking up we/ you living through him vicariously/ gotta be more than a fan/ gotta pretend that's your man like you're part of the band/ his win is your win/ his fun is your fun/ his bytch is your bytch/ his enemy's your enemy/ his fate is your fate
Number eight: get an online crew/ full of like-minded nikkas that speak ridiculous too/ brehs that'll continuously dap and rep you despite nann word you type being true
Number nine shoulda been number one to me/ if you ain't postin about your artist why the fukk you in the thread
Number ten: a strong word called dikkridin/ strictly for live men
not for fresh men/ you gon do shyt the average man won't do / you gon' go overboard defending him till your face turn blue/ you gon' be extreme, doing mental gymnastics/ somersaults, high knees, reaching for your toes, mind-bending backflips/ typing all caps screaming "fukk UP CAC" shyt/ channeling Pac cause your side's the best of this rap shyt/ posting smileys, deflecting, calling they stuff wackness Follow these rules you'll be super stan in no time/ if not, just a regular fan with no shine
One two three four five six seven eight nine...
This is classic 
days great work
