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dfuob7 - d-spillz lyrics

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[verse]
tearing through your roster, i’ma scare em, i’m a monster
a weirdo, i get lots of ugly stares because i’m not some
proper talking cracker and my chain be repping murda
exactly what we do to competition when we serve ya
blur ya out the picture, anybody wanna get a swisher
i’ma smoke these other rappers, put em in a ash tray when i’m finished
these idiots ain’t lyricists, they ignorant and scared to hit
them streets they rap about but never been up in or near the sh*t
you gotta crossfade, real cats from the fake and recognize
these other guys all talk, mane, gotta spray these rats with pesticides
i see these squares, they can’t see me when even stevie stares
like he can hear the way i produce these thoughts up between my ears
can’t believe these queers even breathe my air
better put ’em on an oxygen tank instead
of even thinking that we gon’ co*exist, you must be impaired
scenery red from bleeding these p*ssies dead
so call the police and feds, and tell em we got a gang here
repping them double c’s til underneath the f*cking grave, yeah
stepping up to the king, b*tch, you better swing * you ain’t no gangster
y’all are cartoons and i’m targeting you
if i gotta say who, then you probably knew
so i’m not gonna clue your ass in, not again
get a bop to the chin while i’m talking, baboon
monkey wrenches thrown in the way, still i can walk on the moon
i’m higher than flyer than rings around saturn, man, f*ck all that battling * my squad is goons
and we got them flows, been popping them freestyles for centuries
we steady be giving em bars like penitentiaries
i’m like a warden how i call shots
and y’all ain’t balling, b*tch, so get up off the court and back to y’all’s blocks
i got that venom so i’m poison like a brown recluse
got the game tied up in a knot, i be hanging like a noose
my h*rns are up just like a moose, this chopper be bucking em like i’m hunting mother goose
to k!ll your nursery rhymes, better duck duck (poof)
gone with the wind, up with the bull, run through ya crew, f*ck what ya knew
raw with a pen, yo’ sh*t dumbed down like you road a d*mn short bus to school
i’m scientific with rhyming, my element isn’t part of the periodic yet cause i’m higher than a comet get
so they ain’t taking me serious till i show em that my potion’s liquid flow
so here’s a sample you will not forget
don’t f*ck up the beat ‘less you done it like me, double m’s gonna beat up the competition
our company’s beast from the streets to the beats, you don’t want any beef when the chopper twist em
level anybody wanna get it wit’ us f*cking wit’ a clique of spitters, better get the military’s help
you could never go against and get a win from anybody in my family, i guarantee ya gonna take an l

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