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dawkta - spitter lyrics

it’s time i roamed away and then i starred in the darkness
b+tch the shades are gonna infuse me like the contacts and marcus after seeing all the others here i had to be heartless
because the margin is large so i’ll make a golf cart full of carcasses

of these queers careers, im bout to let him loose
i’d slur less if i chugged beers and then a 5th of goose
or if i yelled words tailor made for blacks and jews
now the whole worlds boutta know what the games missing through my point of view

how bout another little white boy who’s outlook is grim
remove all of the influence from nf and slim
replace it with the lyricists that r+t+rds call corny
and make it so eating up rappers makes him seem h+rny

like a vorophile
this sh+ts been boiling for a while
i can’t stand it, turn the dial
i’ve gone crazy, check the file
blood on the floor and bones in piles
this right here’s the chosen’s trial
i’m gonna go and k!ll this game and then i’m gonna leave its corpse defiled

who said i needed this
the game is repeated+ish
i tried staying conceded+ish
my insides went demon+ish
i want my dream completed+ish
so this time i’ll feed the itch
i’ll rise up from the bottom to the top, so call me the switch
time i fill line after line with a flow so sublime i can flip on a dime
cook you like steak and thyme, eat her pucker like lime, make ya quiet like mime, while i rap master rhymes
cop ya chain like a crime, make ya swiss with the 9, turn ya girl into mine, and still meet the divine
like the gosling, i drive, and i’m more than alive, and i pork+chop you swine, got the sh+t from tech n9ne (chaugh! grrr)

you know i gotta complete my plan
my flows organic, you got yours straight from the can
like chess i’m thinking 20 f+cking moves in advance
the game is full of boys, now it’s time to show em whos the man

[chorus]

it never stops, the bars be flying round the clock
that’s why the flows go round your school to all the nerds and jocks
cats and c+cks, rich, poor, listening to rock or ‘pac
the whole worlds heads bob like when a pigeon walks
that’s right i keep the pots and pans in the kitchen mama
i want in the rap game, don’t care about the b+tchin drama
they heard my moms bas+m+nt is where you can find the illest droppa
now they after the snows+den, like they last names obama
in school they laugh behind my back or to my face
but i just smile, then i follow them back to their place
use the mic as a weapon, leave em verbally maced
then go home as if i didn’t just lay some f+ggot to waste
“oh hey there honey how was school today?”
pretty good mom, just laid intricate bars like dumile
found a guy who thought he was better and then i used his face
as roller skates and then poured lemon juice on all his f+ckin footlong scr+pes
left him there, i had to hop back in the cypher
freestyled better than a f+ckin mainstream writer
used old school flow that feels new like cyber
the rest put em to sleep, made the nation hiber
i’m a driver of this sh+t, keep it racin
i drop ocean deep bars with impeccable pacing
ima beat molester, i don’t keep it basic
i’m training your brain to stop being complacent
you know when it comes to bands, i f+ckin stack it
you know when it comes to beats, i f+ckin smack it
you know when it comes to arenas, i f+ckin pack it
and you do none of that so who are you to judge, f+ggot?

hey there kid, come on in, you want your name poppin?
well don’t be scared, but come prepared because this place wilin
cuz when the doc steps on the block yknow the neighbors call the cops
he’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops
hey there kid, come on in, you wanna blow up in fame?
well you can try, but dont go cry because the dawktas deranged
cuz when the doc steps on the block yknow the ops are stuck in shock
he’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops
“are you crazy or r+t+rded?” wow, great question!
lets see, i’m filled with rage every time i see my own reflection
i go the craziest on beats, all with a pale complexion
and i look at nasty sh+t, and it gives me a huge erection
but on the other hand, i’ll headb+tt you with a sped kid helmet
i’ll shove a pencil point side up in your nose till your brains felt it
i’ll seal your assh0l+ shut with glue, and then, just for the h+ll of it
i’ll make you suck my unwashed d+ck till you throw up from the size and smell of it
so heres the state i’m in, i tried my best to stay nice
yet every time i step to the side i feel like i waive rights
i just wanna drop fat man and little boy, like cooked rice
so i took a f+ckin chance with fat beats, call it rollin dice
nat 20, my beats go dummy
only time you drop hot is when your bootyholes running
you think you running sh+t? yeah haha, funny
only reason i dont k!ll ya is ionwanna get bl++dy

i’m the albino rhino destined to be a wino
with a frickin d+ck that’s bigger than aaron yates libido
in his prime+o, that’s why the girls scream when i drive by though
“hey there pretty thang, you gonna hop in my ride hoe?”
with a mad look, and sick shades/ you know imma spit flames
i grab a kids neck until he’s pale in his b+tch face
don’t compare me to em just cuz we white, detroit raised
and spit bars, cuz that’ll get u cut with my switchblade
i hope now you finally starting to get the picture
i got alotta thoughts, i gotta pour em out like a pitcher
i guess you think you can spit better, smarter, harder, quicker
so come and find me in the dictionary, under spitter

and the spittin never stops
and the spittin never stops
and the spittin never stops
and the spittin never stops
and the spittin never stops
and the spittin never stops
and the spittin never stops
and the spittin never stops

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