I wasn't raised to lie so between you and me / I write my finest when confronted by vaginas / Pussy, snatch it makes me wanna attack / And since you asked I'm talking to you you front buttcrack / Excuse me for looking so damn good / Diss me for how i dress? I never understood / You're sour like a warhead or a dischord / WACK / Makin' empty threats behind your mac keyboard / Now I'm gunnin a hitman got one mission / If this is a race I got muthafuckin' pole postition / Like a stripper I do this for the college tuition / If I'm the chef that makes you Jesse Pinkman washing dishes / Back on the scene you was the man you had some bitches / Them bitches fucked like appointments that they just wasn't missin' / And I know for a fact that everybody else was hittin it / And you truly thought you was doing something different / The music that you made was like them chicks / Both suck a whole lotta dick and ya / Voice annoying so is your behavior / More annoying than a more retarded Tyler the Creator / Suck some privates cause I'm the major / Come back in in silence make a peep and Imma slay ya / Resort to violence? Please I'm doin you a favor / One bite spit you out like Yikes Stripes you lost your flavor
THIS DIDDY IS DEDICATED TO THEM KIDS THAT CRAM THEY WILLY'S INTO SKINNY'S / REALLY IT'S KINDA SILLY FAM / I TEAR OUT YA GUTS LIKE MY MAN BILLJOESKILLZ DOES TO PHILLY'S THEN / I STEAL A NINE MILLI DO THE DEED PASS THE HEAT OFF TO TIMMY / HIDE THE PIECE THE CASE GOES CHILLI / NAH I'M JUST KIDDIN' BUT REALLY / THIS IS DEDICATED TO THEM KIDS THAT CRAM THEY WILLY'S INTO SKINNY'S
Moved to Chicago Urban Outfitters just right up the street / You're living what we call the hipsters wettest of dreams / You know bout bands that I don't know about / You better than me? / My rhymes are underground run deeper than your deep neck V's / That wasn't me my alter-ego spoke / My alter-ego just an excuse to be an asshole / I ooze machismo like Razor Ramon / Slick with my spit stick in ya head like a toothpick in ya cellphone / Used to be P-Funks now yer smoking the Spirits / PBR'in it with rolled up jeans I seen it / On yer front lawn JOBLESS / Sperry's on the ground / I'll toss you in your kiddy pool and let your anchor necklace hold you down / Denist the Menace tell it how it is and i'll betchya / That DuhJuanYay catches more heat than Nolan Ryan's catcher / Next time we meet it's like I never even met ya / Please dead to me like Heath Ledger on a fixed speed...
released March 12, 2013
Lyrics and Vocals-Daine Hammerle, Music-Timmy Held, Mixing and Mastering-Justin Foss
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