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david wise - its why i'm the best lyrics

better fetch a blanket coz i’m as cold as ice
i’m as good for you as spar selling golden rice
i knew it would happen no need to roll the dice
you need to get a grip so just hold a vice
i got the new tips no need for old advice
i keep repeating myself n-gga i told you twice
this is a piece of cake, i got the only slice –
i thought this over and it took a while
to see you give me a look or smile
but you did neither so i just looked senile
you ain’t nothin’ but a rookie child –
you stepped outta line lemme help you out
my rhymes are so sick that my health’s in doubt
got the devilish flow, you’ll think h-ll is out
i ain’t for sale so you can’t sell me out

i’ll k!ll you now or should i do it later
screw the haters
i blow sh-t up like balloon inflators (no h0m-)
don’t you know i got 3 b-lls in my n-ts-ck
as big as a rucksack
but f-ck that –
i’ll score a hatrick with a fat chick only to find out her name was actually patrick
now gradually that’s sick
drive around in my 4 by 4 going door to door looking for 2 wh0r-s or more to read them the laws i scrawled before i bawl them all –
i’m the best at bowling, call me kingpin
you b-tches just buzzing, i’m still stinging
my boat’s winning, yours is sinking
i’m the president of this sh-t, call me lincoln
stick a d-ck in your eye, i call it winking
your raps are rubbish coz yo breath is stinking
i be drinking and i be thinking
you just be retracting, i call it slinkying
this is my promise, put yo pinky in
if you ever wanna battle me b-tch, just think again

final nail in the coffin, time to shut it
i heard all your cr-p and its time to cut it
if you mess with me you gonna get your b-tt kicked
get the cutters, i’m about to tear sh-t up here
f-ck salt in the wound, i’ll give you a tumor
in your funny bone coz i got a sense of humour
you may think that its senseless to ya’
but, ima need god to come and bless this fool here –
say your prayers, ask advice
got a healthy flow, sack a’ rice
you gon’ need jesus, sacrifice
your head gon be infected, you’ll come back with lice
flow is so mean, d-mn how does he keep it
you just dust on the rap floor, and ima sweep it
low budget cr-p, i call it cheap sh-t
stick a fork in it, what you s’possed to eat wit’ –
that is the menu and this is the main course
my flow keeps going, just like a trained horse
i go deep, just like kain’s voice
f-ck with me and you’ll get restrained coz..
(its why i’m the best)

- david wise lyrics

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