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dez & nobs – fuckdez.com lyrics

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[dez]
i ain’t impressed with your imaginary force field
you’ll catch one in the chest like brother justin in the coreville
you ain’t really sh-t compared to other rappers i’ve seen
i be running sh-t like i be mixing drinks with visine
now my ears are ringing and i got a f-cking migraine
and i know that someone somewhere out there saying my name
you better be d-mn f-cking sure who’s got your back cuz

get off my jock cousteau
just because i’m talking sh-t it’s not about you yo
what is about move slow and the consistency thickens
i still think sticking
feathers up your -ss does not make you a chicken
or the snakes who are hissing
who beg you to listen
to the vague euphemism in place of truth and wisdom
hate you and dissin’ you when you’re not around
when you roll to the spot they make sure you got a pound

yo n0bs, you think it could be something i wrote
i don’t know i was going for the subtle approach like
so what’s really good dez

i don’t know you tell me
que bueno gringo
what up with this limp wrist pound though?
come on man
what the f-ck i thought we went over this
is we chessboxing or what
oh you know what
i’m done talking
this rap sh-t is over

[silense until 3:08]
it’s dezmatic
the one who puts the dents in your whoppers
talking sh-t holdin’ a couple empty bottles
like i shot cyrus
got lungies like bronchitis
we got birds scr-pping over us you c-ck fighters
we [?] two sp-wn cyphers like demon seedlings
and floss [?] sizes with the thongs from v-g-n-s of diva’s g strings
with the same powers screech has
don’t sleep with your mouth open b-tch you’ll get tea bagged
i kick the game that makes the girlie pout
like “uh uh, you gotta purty mouth”
from her torso to her sore hole in the bottom of her tummy hole
[?] b-tches never showing up for your show
[?] for no dough gas money or for promos
just a couple little h0m-s like samwise and frodo
about to get jet moto
from the nine do no quatro to the five uno to the oto
oh yo

i’m the same rapper that your fans hate
you didn’t get plugged by the man snake
get your brain lost in the purple [?]
[?] f-cked up so you gonna hear my mellow murder mus
really no one will pay attention to you
from the minds i [?]
wanna get come get it better bring it
and dezmatic will break you off like tinker toys
like tinker toys
like tinker toys
better bring it boys
better bring that noise
better

[eibol]
straight from sing sing city
where the witty cats bitty t-tty raps
and the bitties tap crews
like 40 caps
mother f-ckers got flow
but no dough so mic check’s a cash crop
we hit the hash crop
in the sand lot
i keep like the common play piano live
until i disappear phyllis hyman did in 95′
to suicide
other words till i kick the bucket kid
dez, p-ss that vodka so this c-ck can take a couple swigs
spit from a pager go off the top like a wicked wind
and better blend got your head spinnin’ without the medicine
heaven sent but not angelic
set and primp but needs embellishment
on the irreverence on rap without intelligence
freaky flow dynamic duo meet the status quo
kids love us like yu-gi-oh!
but still download the music though
d-mn
but i guess that’s how it’s gotta be
but working 9 to 5 to support the fingerprint family

- dez nobs lyrics

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