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dez & nobs - 2 trillion 2 lyrics

[intro: dezmatic]
yo, this that real life rap sh-t right here
not that pulling drive-bys at 143 miles per hour sh-t
so when you see dez
make sure you don’t get the frosting knocked off your cupcake
you f-cking cream puff
heard that?
gully bands, motherf-cker

[verse 1: dezmatic]
a lot of mcs too finicky with they beats
i’ll take throw-away joints and turn them sh-ts into heat
while you p-ss in your sheets you dream of this when you sleep
shoe h-rns and crow bars remove my fists from your t–th
it’s my victory speech, it’s official, the torch p-ssed
we snuck inside the building and slipped through the doors cracks
the forecast calls for sprinkles and light [?]
but nothing earth-shattering or life-altering
you know the drill bit, i keep it simple stupid
while you sip strawberry flavored dribbles of menstrual fluid
p-ssy, how much time you think it took me
to infiltrate the system, get these middle men to book me
it’s about to get ugly as chewie, holler at your wookiee
so f-ck the politrickin’, with model citizens and what you trust
i’d rather do songs about how much you suck
why you sit and wonder if god’s p-ssed
when new orleans just drowned to death in a puddle of god’s p-ss
does god exist? while you debate, she may or may not
i’ll be buying out the bar and pounding haterade shots
taking bottles to the face slang jager and [?]
you could tie me with your favorite flavor flav clock, like “stop!”
that’s just how me and my affiliates do
live from nowhere, two trillion and two

[sample: gza]
you ain’t sh-t
you ain’t sh-t
you ain’t sh-t
you ain’t sh-t
you ain’t sh-t
wack -ss town had you g-ssed
you ain’t sh-t

[verse 2: dezmatic]
at the shows up here, b-tches blow lines in the bathroom, meanwhile
on stage you blow your lines in half the freestyle
you trapped in beat now, i’ll slap you senile
and if i woke you from your dream then go back to sleep now
they askin’ me how much i sign to finger-print for
the in stores splendor ten four
them tore more than you plus him
what i kick persuade like new buck timbs
that there’s no such thing as me not ill
you’s a hypochondriac with a hospital bill
you can watch it on film and as you go through your set
come to terms with the fact you’re mediocre at best
still you [?] that it’s hard
‘cause you just figured out how to work your asr
stop asking me, i’m fine, don’t need beats
518 stand up, the home team’s deep
you ain’t crew, jerk, you just wish you was down
my crew threw dirt like my d-ck’s in the ground
your spines chilly off nine millies and rubber gloves
they trying to k!ll me, i’m lyin’, really but they was
now they look for the obligatory, not in a handshake
till they hardcore band gets robbed of its fan base
i don’t even need to say it, there’s only so much you can take
so check my man gyro and the sounds that his hands make

[sample: gza]
i don’t give a god d-mn
i don’t give a god d-mn
i don’t give a god d-mn all the shows you did
all the shows you did
how many rhymes you got
how many rhymes you got
how many rhymes you got
or who knows you, kid
or who knows you, kid
i don’t give a god d-mn

- dez nobs lyrics

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