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metallica! - dd caine lyrics

[hook: dd caine]
told that b-tch she can eat on my b-lls like miss pacman
that n-gga want smoke, a lone wolf, that sh-t lead to a pack, man
heist at my brother, it’s brackin, you vanishin’ fast, it’s black magic if you think i’m lackin’
no hittas, i’m my own -ss-ssin, i cover my face with all black, make you think that i’m batman
you can get beat with this gat, send off your spirit it ain’t comin’ back
jansport, a n-gga don’t lack, i carry two straps when i’m trappin’ so i got the pack
no callin’ in but that’s facts, that n-gga a snitch, logic says that your pack full of rats
my n-ggas is cut like a scratch, we evil at that
like a bit apple, we got the macs
feline, you p-ssy like cats
iraq, we be strapped
your b-tch honor roll, way she get p-ssed, tuh!

[verse one: lp rambo]
honor roll way she get p-ssed, pull up to dolche cabana if that’s where you at
audience, way he got clapped. but he got booed ’cause n0body like how he act
like i am moving out way that i packed. get hit in yo apple and that’s with a mac
i catch you sleep i’ma pull off the sheets you might think i’m a f-cking insomniac
send off your spirit it ain’t coming back, but if it come back i’ma ghostbuster see where i’m at?
carry my strap like a diaper, you think its sweet then get hyper. boy you is just sad
no doc-ment but that’s fax, my lean a movie, young n-gga i’m pouring up act
disciple of god but i’m 2-4, that’s black, say rambo k catch a k all that spray on ya back
that n-gga telling his mama his sister his auntie that n-gga gone run to his dad
dress like a skater i’m rad and my boxers plaid, it turn to a fl!ck like vlad
rambo gang don’t play with with bbs, that choppa bullet do spin like a cd
get played like a b-tch and you b-tching on tv you n-ggas so b-tchy you n-ggas so easy, yuh!
all white diamonds g-eazy, i’m who i follow so i’m who gone lead me
i know you see me but this sh-t ain’t tv so when you do see me do not come and greet me
all white diamonds like i’m g-eazy, i’m who i follow so i’m who gone lead me
i know you see me but this sh-t ain’t tv so when you do see me do not come and greet me

[verse two: dd caine]
i told that f-ck n-gga shoot me again
i see that saint angered, he clutching his fist
if i get back up then he ain’t gonna live cause this heavy metal go straight to his chin, he bound for the sp-ce up in heaven, his kin, got trauma no words that can exit their lips cause i left that kid bl–dy as gg allin, now try to say “d0r!3n p-ssy” again b-tch! my blade swinging low like my b-lls at p-b-rty, evilside gangsta, them brawls ain’t new to me, stomp that b-tch face, squish his jaw until his t–th domino over, his mobb wasn’t movin’ deep, i just wreak havoc on all who screwed with me, prodigy of the bizarre
your foolery gets you dissolved from all that you could be
its forest gumpin if y’all move stupidly
not pro to this sh-t, not a rookie
birdman, rub my hands fore i saw one you p-ssies
you scream out to your god hope he’s looking
but i’ll disregard everything you’re not gonna shush me
you enjoy breathing then it’s safe not to push me
my vein’ll just pop and the glock catch a good squeeze bullets’ll open your cranium, lose your thoughts from t-tanium steel against your noggin since you talking like you banging hoe!

- dd caine lyrics

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