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derelict cypher - j-dog lyrics

[intro: mr. juno & j*dog]
the little man from bass
tryna make it up from nothing
throughout this you’ll hear him grow
but still learn nothing about music
your gonna wish you were deaf after this one
godena

[verse 1: xdena & condog]
sitting on the pavement questioning my life
left me on delivered hoping you reply
f*ck it (yuh) i’mma snap you three times
i’ll pull up at you crib in socks and slides
(eshays) copped some new j’s don’t know if you seen
got the orange and black they gonna match my incognite
gotta watch my back or get hit with the beam
i’m stuck in my head like a movie scene
always thought of acting would be the dream (gimping)
waitеd too long eight hours on repeat
causе i got a couple snags i’m about to reheat
thinking about yourself so f*cking conceit
yeah you never stop staring at your phone
i’ll say i’ll come but you want to be alone
war driven like a bomb i’m gonna blow
think my time is up so i guess i gotta go
j*dog
[verse 2: j*dog & condog]
chilled out track good pace this slow rap
get me a platinum plaque with 16 gats packed (empty nuggets)
bass economy rats where i wanna be at
fierce combat get you and your stats flat
been a long year but i’m happy to be here
breached frontier said this a bad idea (f*ck this job)
but if it’s unclear everyones a volunteer
now this the premiere of the ever dear career
i recall my lyrics wanted me against a wall
might cause a brawl and i’m gonna have to crawl
my way out but don’t be giving any ounce of doubt
i’ll find a new route to get you out and about
if i don’t get through it’s cause my time is due
just know i do love every one of you
the bass economy album is a love letter
to everyone i know that i’m gonna do better (raghu can i get a hand)
holly

[verse 3: holly jade, condog, j*dog & fusca]
my names holly jade
i’m on this track and i’m not getting paid (can someone fill shake)
how many years? only eight
spitting these bars i’m flexible and great
watch me go hear my flow (taking 6 chicken)
all these rappers were a no*show
saxon and zac are both ass crack
and when i see oli i’m gonna smack (family box coming in)
alright that’s chill alright
give your uncle a hug
goodnight mate
don’t grab my b00bies
ruby
[verse 4: ruby rácz & condog]
first of all let me get something straight (hoe)
don’t really think this verse will be great
matter of fact i don’t think i can rhyme
google my rhymes cause i don’t have time
the flow is sh*t it’s all out of sync
just wrote a verse didn’t even think (get pickled)
j*dog needed me to drop a verse here
this album will never kickstart his career
but what the f*ck is wrong with his mates
they really think that their verses ate
what really goes on in jye fuscas head
he’s rapping about d*ck we’ve been mislead (your a mcflop)
ethan dropped 8 bars that’s f*cking lame
i have to drop 16 what a shame
so far this has been pretty tame
done with this sh*t i’m leaving the game
lendog

[verse 5: lil lendog & condog]
some of these guys in their lyrics telling lies
lil lendog stomps you in you cry
stab your neck rip out your eyes
i leave my seed on your b*tch thighs
all up in your head like nits (f*ck pickles)
i’m your future kid way i suck your hoes tits
you wanna fight you end up blitzed
snapped like a biscuit i call you ritz
yeah lil lendogs on the beat (whale watching)
your girlfriend she loves my meat
you’re a f*cking nonce your be*low*me
scared little boy is nothing to me
face on the ground about to see my feet (don’t f*ck with curser)
she wants me p*ssy i’m bout to eat
expensive cups i don’t drink cheap
masterpiece made easy this isn’t a feat
fusca
[verse 6: fusca & condog]
on this beat, i beat my meat
i beat my meat, to my cousins feet
your mums a skeet, your dads a neek
your brother wreeks of fish and feet (can i hear a gimp)
i beat my meat until i’m weak
you can’t speak on my technique
you get new sh*t and think your fleek
my bars flow just like a creek (only a handfull)
b*tches say my d*ck is small
open your mouth let me dunk my b*lls
stick er’ in whatever hole (waiting on grilled)
get on your knees, begin to crawl
take a look at how far i’ve come
hit the wall, just missed your bum
shes used to sucking on her thumb
this is the end, swallow my cum

[outro: mr. juno]
i truly cannot believe
that jarrod and his friends
have managed to conjure up something worse
than the channel 7 network have put out in their entire career

- j dog lyrics

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