Lyrics

DJ Dirty
**** this a lyrical killer
Ain't nobody on my level
If he think he is he can get it
He and whoever wit em
Keepin' the vest on my chest
Cuz they connive to put me to rest
They tryna knock me out the game
They know that I'm the best
I'm not the one to test
You wanna go to war, step on my field
And we can turn this motherfucker to a armageddon
So you **** better be ready
My soldiers ready for battle
Don't give a fuck about a white flag
We gon' get at ya
Nowadays **** hatin' on a **** gettin' money
But I gotta get it
Can't no **** stop it
Middle finger to the ****
That be watchin' **** pockets
Got a clip loaded up for the **** that be blockin
When the shotty pop em
His heart stop
Make his dome rock
Run the chrome now
Fuck a slug cause it's gon' drop
Keep going
Can't stop
So I won't stop
Now I bang with the Slugfest
So we on top
Me and my **** we takin' over
Don't give a fuck about **** who hatin'
We run them over
We get the last laugh
At the **** who fuck us over
Don't talk of support
So when I make it, I never know ya
Seeking revenge on a **** that diss rap
I ain't diss back
Now I'm sending motherfuckin shot back with this rap
I'm back better than ever
You better know it
I'm a motherfuckin beast
Fuck talking gotta show it
Gotta lotta **** talking sideways like an arm
Motherfuckers wanna shake my hand like I know em
**** say I'm never gonna make it gotta show
They all wanna stop a **** vibe by the Rollie
The beast and the monster
The money we after
The world we conquered
I just went ham
O. Smith go bonkers
Two big giants in the game
We'll stump ya crush ya
When an intelligent beast meets an incredible monster
Collabed to devour and conquer
Intent to destruct I'm violent as fuck
It ain't a gimmick I'm a menace when I'm stomping a track
It's cocaine over propane
How I spit crack man I'm dope as a rope chain
Taking shit back I attack with the fo flame
Push ya shit back give ya line up a King James
Heat mane
I eat fame cause I'm feeling myself
The way I spit it get acquitted for the killing itself
Every instrumental I slaughter I'm the dealer of death
Send him to hell verbal expression got em screaming for help
It's slugfest to the cask drop
Bet my whole team let it ring til the call drop
Slide up on the scene looking mean make them all stop
Beast and the monster be scared cause it won't stop
No clock
So here's the rules of this
I'm a verbal illusionist
Make ya medulla split cousin
My crew is sick buzzin
I groove like McLovin
And bruise a chicks oven
With turkeys that's stuffin
I spit shit so ridiculous
Rock n Roll style I get down with the sickness
Flow is Mach Five how I rhyme with the quickness
If you gotta problem Kill Bill for the beast ****
Hit List
You gotta issue ****? Better subscribe
Cause when these missiles hit yo tissue, whether dead or alive
I run it back like when officials see the red in the sky
It ain't the game you lose the challenge then be ready to die
Man, I spit so amazing
Hip hop style take it back to the days when
**** had substance and their songs really made sense
Wish I could travel back in time to erase this fake shit
Back to the future the monster feeling ferocious
I'm fueled up fed up and focused
You fakers finna get folded
Maniacal, diabolical, analytical, symbolical
Deeply determined duos whos destinies to demolish you
We bout to demolish you try to stop it it's suicidal
Committed my **** ain't wit it
I do it for the city **** get silly
Just had to catch a millie for fucking with me
Telling me that my enemies some really don't want it wit me
If **** do then they hella crazy
The drama we elevated
To levels that's devastating
Get magically levitated
When bullets evacuated
The pistol popping persona gets pissed and its pass debating
So you **** better get in line
Or step aside I'm on the rise
I'm down to ride
Criticize get penalized
Turning that to paralyze
**** we smash em
Better yet we bash em
**** that's your ass
For clashing with beasts monstas
Written by: Datboi Tune, O. Smith
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