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time to rhyme - dawgg lyrics

[verse one]
g up, man… ain’t no time to be a weeper
man, the night makes me the grim reaper
loads of death rhymes on a paper, only had one best school teacher
i gotta say, i suffered so much bullying but why am i complaining
i know life is too much sometimes, but we gotta live to be who we wanna be
i know shit ain’t as you want it to be, or sometimes it is but we gotta hope and know that one time
i’m lethal like i’ll k!ll the wack people, not to say today that i’m gonna pick up an ak
i’mma strike a match and throw it on a house, let it burn with a motherfuckin’ b-tch -ss
don’t need to ask, here i am comin’ in with a pen writing a rhyme again like i sin, not to say this hen and so much depression, a b-tton pressing like i’m on a mission, don’t press that red b-tton, ha
i just laughed because it’s funny to say the word red b-tton, it’s very funny like i’m lonely, help me
i don’t know me, at times i just known how to rap a day, like i’m made from clay… but i ain’t mr. grey with different shades
in decades i’ll be older than a dog dying with a cold
just hold, on the phone to a friend called john… shit, he ain’t my friend
that -sshole can be a hoe in the world as it falls, he ain’t a hoe cause he’s a broke
it’s common sense, he’s just a -sshole who would be a french just to be a lowlife dj in the heat of the light, but he’s shite when it comes to bein’ a friend so ramho can be a fuckin’ shit yo
just wanna knock his teeth out, he’s cr-p and that’s how
he doesn’t know how to stop bein’ a d-ck, but now i am now so he’ll be beggin’ for me to spare his life when i got my fist at his face
knock his teeth into space, in that case i’mma wear a knuckle duster, bust a brain cell in his brain, but not to k!ll
well, see him in hell
if anyone punches me, i’ll punch them
it ain’t a fight, but a fight to have the will to cope but still, have a hope
spittin’ dope, chokin’ a b-tches throat… ha
i know how to make some fucker bleed, it’s a sk!ll i gained
i come home wet like it rained, smellin’ sewers and ready to faint
so tell me where to buy tartan paint, i’ll get it in a place called “you can’t fool me”
a common fact in the world we live in, we got an ending but it’s the matter of fact when
[hook]
it’s time to rhyme, the sky is blue
i gotta see through, fuckers knew i could be the fucker with a clue
[verse two]
if you fuck with me, i’ll be comin’ for you
you gotta know it dude, no fear of shootin’ ya
gotta stand, no time to pant even when you ain’t walked a thousand miles yet
visiting a gun store, buying a gun and shoot at a whore
hoe called sora, she mexican and ran across the scottish boarder
coastin’ thro tha streets of glasgow, til i took a train to ayr
went into a bar where you can’t swear, i thought this is cr-p so i went out from there
smoked a big fatty and went in til i went out again
a b-tch came to me, and asked for a cigarette, she looked fit
i didn’t wanna ruin her looks but i gave her one because she had those puppy dog eyes… trynna play with my heart strings
fuckin’ b-tch got me, i took out a gun and shoot her down
[hook]
it’s time to rhyme, the sky is blue
i gotta see through, fuckers knew i could be the fucker with a clue
[verse three]
words so vicious, so gonna be so ruthless
i ain’t tha fucker to be a fucker, i ain’t gonna let some fuck -ss punk pricks fuck me up, like i’ll fuckin’ slaughter some bullies
a hoe suckin’ me like i know how she roll but how does she tho… she can’t be a b-tch that backstabs… i gotta see if she is
maybe i’m wrong, but if i am then hopefully i am right next time
this b-tch got a good watch, it doesn’t work
no tic and toc, i gotta buy her a new one
she’ll probably want one so expensive, like a money grabber
she’ll grab my wallet, and go through it
[hook 2x]
it’s time to rhyme, the sky is blue
i gotta see through, fuckers knew i could be the fucker with a clue
[outro]
yo, yo…fuckers, fuckers… run up

- dawgg lyrics

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