primetime - leyshock lyrics
leyshock:
you know i got the primetimes chillin’
gettin’ through this day god willin
gettin’ off work early cause the music needs some k!llin’
the hard part, that’s where to start
it’s uncharted waters
glasses and a scar on my head, feelin’ like harry potter
rick deckard:
the other sl!ck rick
cummin’ on the track first sending d*ck pics
make ya forget your favorite rapper exists
find me dancing in the end like i got a pick six
leyshock:
time to start the rap battle up in this b*tch
remind little d*ck rick that he dug his own ditch
if he ever starts to work, stops touchin’ himself
you might learn that your boy rick can’t even spell
rick deckard:
oh tyness
yeah i heard that you the flyest
from your own lips
self proclaimed leonidas
yeah i heard your mixtapes
err, should i say sh*ttapes
wrote a yelp review on how ya own d*ck tastes
leyshock:
d*mn! that’s nasty as h*ll
not like the other burly boy
like how ya nuts smell
let’s take it down a little
leave the insults and chill
before i drag you in the dirt and leave your mother in my will
rick deckard:
i’ll eat your kids like ravioli!
always clean the plate, remember what grammy told me
lil’ deck keep ya eye on guacamole
and always know the difference between ham and bologna
leyshock:
god d*mn rick
slow down a bit
where in the h*ll did you get all this demonic sh*t?
put a lid on your face
doin’ your dog a disgrace
and i know that you play the peanut b*tter under the nutter game
rick deckard:
deck to this date
is your greatest mistake
cat’s out the bag now the lion’s takin’ his place
know where ya live, and disconnect the brake lines
get ya ass a metronome and keep them hits on time
leyshock:
i’m titillated that you thought you’d win the game my dude
you came into my house and so i taught you the rules
you like the lyrics “champagne, champagne”
’cause one more word couldn’t fit in your brain!
rick deckard:
see me flexin in a full court, floor press
see you stressin’ in a four door ford flex
see me with chicks on my d*ck lookin’ gorgeous
show you where the door is
invest in a thesaurus
leyshock:
aight, so you’ve got the fast rap about
booty you got on tap around
but i’ll make the paper
sell cds to your haters
and while you sift for paydirt
i’m creatin’ the craving, come on
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