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d. lynch - fuck with me lyrics

[verse 1: d. lynch]
i take a step back
dressed in all black
i’m this and i’m that
come with pistols and bats
take another puff
come lift me off to sp-ce
this the kind of sh-t
to leave you numb
in the face
man im sick of this place
y’all got paper to chase
they rolling up the block
y’all better duck and brace
theres a beast in the streets
get the f-ck out the way
time to be a man
ain’t no one saving you
today
but thats the game
that they play
b-tch i ain’t
beggin to stay
pay me today
or you ain’t
never see rayz
pop another bottle
pour another shot
mix it with some pot
or you’re all getting shot
the fire never burns out
if i taste defeat
b-tch i’m the reason
the sun never sleeps
thought you figured me out
f-ggot you read me wrong
stick to the greed
you based your
whole f-ckin album on

[verse 2: d. lynch]
me?
i got a mother f-ckin
death wish
shoot myself
in the head
with the gun
2pac was k!lled with
i serve your -ss up
something like a chef
b-tch you eating
your own mother f-cking
words for breakfast
y’all think i’m stupid (nah)
i’m just playing a long
i ain’t never spitting
to your wack -ss song
yo dude bro
please don’t get me wrong
imma lay this verse
write after i pack this bong
i bet you sing another tune
when i smack your moms
been sitting for months
it don’t take that long
i guess i’m out of touch
cause if y’all so straight laced
then i can have an -rg-sm
keeping a straight face
k!ll me to shut me up
i won’t never be through
who the f-ck is you
playing dude?
you don’t think i got
people who love me too?
im d. lynch b-tch
who da f-ck are you?!

[verse 3: cage]
broken up a fetus jumped in gl-ss
i was stuck in the mattress like a bunch of cash
what you seem to know last i would know first
the gift is knowing this sh-t is a curse
the worst of the regime feeding your children to the machine through the screen
if you’re lucky you made it out as a teen
every million only one will attempt to k!ll the queen
99% will gather pollen for the team
that’s like sipping champagne from a f-cking canteen
i tried not to lose it but this new world i ordered is so lucid
like christ came back cause i got new music
to say you either hate or love it
i got a face you want to shoot or do a portrait of it
you lay it all out on the table at the morgue so f-ck it
still burning flowers not an ounce of guilt
shall be the whole of law to do what thou wilt

- d lynch lyrics

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