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threethr336ix chopper - duzzy lyrics

[intro]

yea
“lezter”
yea
i swear i’m way too fast yo
yea, what?
try and keep up
yea, aye, yea

[verse 1]

wait for the work
wash away the mothaf-ckin’ pain with the percs/perks
and i copped a caterpillar whip, it came with a curse
and i hit ’em with the mothaf-ckin’ bang, let it burst
when i aim
at your brain
with the range
you’re in a he-rs-
say my name in vain and you will never get a verse
i’m never tamed
and that’s a shame
if you’re a lame
you’re getting merked
i gotta spray it
at your face
and the veins
and your nerves
i ain’t talking bout a gun
talking bout the puns
metaphors, all the f-cking phrases and words
if i’m rapping to an audience
and you are out there partyin’
you better
pray that you don’t get hurt

yea my mouth is the strap
you don’t want to see me pull it
and my lungs are the mag
and my breath holds the bullets
running out of paper, so you start to lose your footing
and you’re standing underneath me, so i guess you understood it

coming with the energy
k!ll my enemies
with the similes, and hit ’em with the venom in me
greatest rapper that you know, be coming out of any city
words that i be really spitting
come faster than any semi
they might have you dancing around like you’re on a spinning jenny
yes i am a skinny white kid, like a slimmy jimmy
i don’t even know a single person who could spit it with me
if you want a verse and you ain’t nothing, does it benefit me?

[bridge]

are you f-cking with me?
i just want the honeys (hunnies), like i’m f-cking winnie
i’ve been doing this since i was just a kiddie
i been doing this since i was-

[verse 2]

i got everybody talking now
they just wanna see me falling down
they be mad cause i’m balling now
and you can tell by how i walk around
that i’m a boss, i’m the rap f-cking god in town
“hey duzzy, what you even going on about?”
reve tsetaerg eht mi
you might have to pause it, now
rewind it, slow it, find out what it’s all about
but if you don’t, thats okay because i’m off it now

i might speed it up and go a little faster
and i make it rain, you make it pitter patter
this is beneficial for the benefactors
and i’ve been official, boy i’ve been a rapper

and you’ve been a fraud
and i been a god, ay
p-ssy boys going through their menopause, ay
you just lucky that your daddy hit it raw, ay
go into your church or your synagogue, pray
i don’t ever waste a f-ckin minute on fakes
i’m a menace, nah, wait, i’m a living star, hey
i’m a chemist on beats, and i live to start change
this the renaissance, imma blow from here to pompeii

i’m adamant
about making it to the madison
it’s happenin
and the fact that you’d rather sit
back and not help with it, got me feeling like spazzin, and
crashin it
boy i’m p-ssionate
but i don’t really give a f-ck, like i’m practicin abstinence

i battle with atoms and then i get at ’em
i pack ’em and bag ’em and you can spot it
if you’re not coming to rap
well then i’m on your -ss like i am in the back of the pocket
if you’re not banking on duzzy, you’re banking on losing
and that is a real bad deposit
and you ain’t nothing but lost, and yea i am the boss
and yea i am on top of the office

everybody talk like they’re really popping the xans
i don’t really give a f-ck cause i’m busy popping them bands
all f-ckboys hating, they feel like tossing the hands
“like come on man, please, just give the rapper a chance.”
i can’t pay attention, i’m getting top in the stands
and i’m all up in your mentions, i’m starting to get some fans
if i’m putting out a snippet i’m getting the upper hand
and i spit it, an epidemic, i’m coughing after i rant

(coughing)

[verse 3]

d-mn, what?
that was too fast for you, huh?
i know my lyrics attacking you bruh
“you really gon’ have to slow down for me, blood”
yea, what?
that was too fast for you, huh?
i know my lyrics attacking you bruh
i might have to slow it down for you cause

i battle with atoms and then i get at ’em
i drag ’em and flatten ’em, stack up the bucks
if you’re not coming to rap, then i’m on your -ss
so i’m in the back of the bus
if you don’t bank on myself
then you’re banking on ls
and they all getting mad cause i won
boy you ain’t nothing but bitter
my pen is the trigger
my mouth is the front of the gun

baow! (gunshot)

- duzzy lyrics

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