It's the Don
Town business, damn! (Chyeah)
Calm down with that killa talk
We know you ain't a killa boy
Froze up he saw da Glock
But the chop the real McCoy
Fishscale no re rock dog food in my catalog
Bought the house off one room
This a nice ass kitchen dog
Out the way and the money coming
Never seen always into something
Pull up with this superbad
She 'bout to get hit like McLovin'
Navy seal get a headshot
Retro kicks on deadstock
Owing money get his hand chopped
Fuck around get ya man's knocked
Falling off I never will
Home improve I gotta drill
Told my bitch don't makе no bottles
Gotta half of brick in the enfamil
Fuck you know bout stash spots
Chopping cars at stash lots
Monеy trees from cash crops
Rap game in a headlock
Whip up a little water in it
Gotta movie yo daughter in it
Fish bowl no windows tinted
Blowing gumbo gas its creole scented
Give away these nuts free
Take yo ass to 5 guys
Frying all these fucking birds they love that chicken like Popeyes
Branched off and franchised
Bullshit get minimized
Started off with one key
Turned that bitch to a enterprise
Solo might kill a witness
Yo bitch sent you on a dummy mission
.40 cal no dummies in it
Just another day just another nigga
Chorus: Dewey Da Don]
Calm down with that killa talk
We know you ain't a killa boy
Froze up when he saw da Glock
But the chop the real McCoy
We ready if you coming with the funk
And it's guaranteed we gon' hit ya good
Deep inside I really wish a nigga won't
Even though I'm from the wish a nigga woods
'Cause if you come around and make bro go stupid
Talking loud like a do-do dofus
We stepping with the rojo
The fo fo's and photo shoot shit
Fo' ever to funk in no mo' music
Spark the flame, we aim and trained to go
Darkness came my gang got fangs to grow
Heartless pain you gain in anger bro
Depart the lame, my thang got brains to blow
Shot ya mane, the bane became the ho
In a box for shaming strange ya hang fa sho
Lots of fame when slain remain below
Stop the games and change the lane ya roll
I am no longer a pacifist
It is war that you have to get
'Cause I am into you the masochist
Ain't no laughin' is packin' assassin is fast
And babing and packages
Under grass ain't the half of it
I'mma send you where your bible say the wicked evil masses is
Brimstone in your ashes bitch
Hoping you have a blast looking at ass of a bath of me
For haters killin' Tech can still deploy and
If they succeeded they would feel the joy
Whenever happen because Dewey Da Don
And the Midwest Chopper is the real McCoy
Last thing you hear (Bam!)
Silence of you and silence of the (Lamb!)
Making everything pause like I'm (Can)
Really scary things that make 'em say (Dwamn!)
Err I mean (Damn!)
Calm down with that killa talk
We know you ain't a killa boy
Froze up when he saw da Glock
But the chop the real McCoy
Tech N9ne
It's the Don
