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alex dionisio – side a segment 3 lyrics

i’m in wisconsin, home of the cheese and cows
you gotta know how we be now
i don’t give a sh+t about this game
this is rap, but i think it’s kinda lame
i blow up up my stereo
i’m hearing you, but i don’t like it, ya know?
there’s too many elements to rap
i’m giving you h+ll, when i smell it, it rotten in fact
everybody, put your hands up
i’m done with this rhyme, put your man up on the mic to finish it for me
you guys are s+x rhymes, you’re getting h+rny
there’s too many guys in it, too many lies in it, too many eyes, two to each guy in it
if you don’t spy me with the music, i’m probably giving it to your girl so that she can do it like a drug, the most blissful drug, thе one that p+sses you off when you takе too much
if i’ll end this rhyme with a freestyle, maybe i didn’t write it down, how ya like me now?
if there’s too many people in the game, we need some tools to rearrange and maintain the game
if there’s a lot of guys, there’s not an allotment for the funds and dollar signs
so an atom will split, i looked at ‘em like they was sh+t and i flushed the sh+t out ‘em
there was water and saline
what you saying to me when i split your blood off from your serum and then you stare at him?
you don’t know what i’m swearing, even if you was an oath
i’m the most dope rapper you’ve ever heard flow with this like ocean and gray matter in the brain
in fact i’m a rapper, i’m not a cls student, i’m doing this sh+t to make you dudes smelling like sh+t when you do some
who could ever compete with me when i bit it off and i sh+t it all every morning before i go to work, this was 4am, what, you jerking your c+ck? you just gotta stop and get to the work, ain’t that right, pa? hah
if you knew a two race guy, he might’ve been v tech and shoot freestyle sh+t like bullets into his head before the policemen could do this sh+t to him, mangling him
all his life teased, all his life said please until he snapped off with rap, take off your hat in the place to be
if you gotta break, then release the braces from he
this is just an eraser, then i’m a chaser, drinking that sh+t ’til it’s done ’til i’ve had too much of alcohol and my body shuts down, c’mon
if you gotta freestyle with me, then i’m not gonna pay you, it ain’t free, you see?
there’s too many dudes that’s acting rude, you steal my food, i’ma slit you in two
there’s too many guys and lies and eyes and everybody’s downsized and capitalized
too many people getting money, they are f+cking greedy
too many people in this state are not needy ‘cause they ain’t living po’ and sh+t, they ain’t livin’ on the street wanting mo’ and sh+t
hold it, i’m ‘bout to be done, and you can suck my d+ck for fun
i cut in the rhyme so smooth, oh, you heard? it’s so cool
if i dissed you, that’s fine, that’s just another element of my rhyme
so when i go off, you gotta embrace it, and face it face to face it
it’s so d+mn cool like a blanket and it was out and it’s the winter
feeling me like a splinter, ha, jolt the pain and feel that
i put bolts in your brain to tie it up so tie it up, the rhyme
what’s this time gonna do for you if you sniffing coke, smoking crack cocaine, ya dope?
you don’t know this for the record
i’m gonna wreck ya, i’m always first place and never second
one thing i know for sure is that if i freestyle, i’m gonna hit you in the blur
if you guys caught me in the freestyle, i was in the cut, being wild and me i’m my own man
i get my sh+t done, in between i say these words again and again
i stopped jerking for this sh+t, this is my true love when i work, i’m like “work?”
why must i do it every time, why must i lose it every single rhyme that i’m spitting?
i have a hobby, but in the winter i can and body this sh+t, bodying me and sh+t, i wanna sh+t on my sh+t
this is just incredibly miserable, where is my embrace sh+t, where is the face to face sh+t?
i’m glad i’m not in a motherf+cking wheelchair, not paralyzed, look into my eyes
i don’t give a f+ck about the a+z+n, mongoloids, i ain’t in the country to be those boys
i’m in america so they stare at me, i don’t stare at them, what the f+ck is going on then?
i’m treated like a monkey at the motherf+cking zoo, who’s youse talking to?
eval said i’m quiet, f+ck v tech sh+t, i’m starting a riot
and you know what? i put on my gloves but for the love of god choke you, you know what’s up
you know it’s coming, so so quiet, so so he don’t apply it
you can’t hear what he say, i’m sure you can hear a bullet spray, you go the other way, ok?
i’m dealing with these stupid people that is so evil i’m staying away from you, avoidance is so good when i stay the f+ck away from you and not say to you anything, ok, dude?
and once i’m done with this music and graduated, maybe i’ll visit, but that’s like what? f+cking thirty minutes
they don’t pay me sh+t, i gotta splurt bullsh+t like i was taking a diarrhea on the motherf+cking toilet, where’s the tp? i don’t find this sh+t so i gotta walk ‘way with my ass crack so d+mn blanched and so d+mn blemished
you put the sh+t on the b+tch tapered
i don’t have a car, that sh+t makes me stronger
even on two feet i would go longer
these dudes with their girlfriends… sh+t, i’m thinking about the world in the end
d+mn, r to the i+p, you will never see me eye to eye, tell me lies, just spit on me, sh+t on me, p+ss on me, everything, i’ll take the grit of society and feel the blemish
feel the pain when your life finished, you’re gonna see dark instead of the f+cking light
you’ll be in trouble every single night that i see you like coming through your doors when you’re sleeping, lock the door and strangle you all, you see him now?
maybe you can feel a little bit harder when you take the money from him, ain’t that nice to be eating rice, shove it down your throat, choke and everybody can loc the dough if you’re paying dues
if you don’t, we gotta pay bills, i’ll k!ll you
i’m just joking, this sh+t is just play, this is just my hobby, this is just some sh+t that i say when i’m not golfing ‘cause it’s too f+cking cold out
i’ve got nothing to hold onto now
listen to me at the motherf+cking end, i’m walking with the rhyme and this is nothing, man
sh+t, when i go to the hospital, i’m like a full three+sixty difference, sh+t on me, b+tches
every single rhyme that i say is like one more minute off my life, okay
d+mn, it’s just blissful, hearing the birds chirp and the sound of the farts coming out your worst enemy
equivalent, try to sh+t on me and then sh+t on them, a full circle, an eye for an eye, equal and opposite reaction when you’re making them bones subtracting them other bones and the cartilage and the joints get swole and explode
this is just a load in your face from your b+tch that did it to you, you know it’s the opposite
she got the d+ck and you got the p+ssy
and how could you attempt to push when you can’t push me?
there was nothing but a man in that other end when you f+cked that ass again, how could you be this? put… hey that’s stray, but you g+y, okay?
maybe this was something of me going insane, but there’s no other way i could see you guys, ok
and my family’s away, pain makes me stronger like
v tech bullets and thirty kids dying in virginia, i’m feeling the pain of this asian shaved head
i’m dealing with so much strain in this catholic, i’m not that sh+t, ok, i’m glad for that, ok
this is the rhyme you’re gonna hear, hear me out
the hospital, staying long hours, clinicals, research, doing this work for this cash, but i can’t spend it, i don’t even have the time for that
tripping over my words but you get the main idea, when i spit in the lane here, the game’s clear to be turning into it and f+cking swerving, switching, you b+tches unnerving me, you heard me?
for the last time i’m acting like an assh0l+ when i get no d+mn wife in this life, that’s to blast hoes
to get it with the gun to fire all bombs multi kelps hands strangling pins and sharp needles, lawn mowers and those suicide car bombers and karaoke, kamikaze, down your throaty choky
on rhymes, you don’t know me, good, you’re so soaked in this misery, the blood on your hands will never flow from rinsing with water, ya know it’s o, 2, you know it’s h in front, you know you hasten one and say what you want
this is me at the end, pray to your very best friend that they don’t leave you at the last hour and give you your last rights before he gives you the yellow shower
[lyrics of alex dionisio’s “beat by dre” (see corresponding lyrics page)]

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