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donny oh - 24 lyrics

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the wit and lyricism is phenomenal
most of these n-ggas horrible, donny remains incomparable
with the vernacular that’s volatile, mixing up the elements ill show ’em all what i can do
but f-ck bragging, the things that i imagine got all of these n-ggas asking ’bout the heat that i am packing
look what the cat dragged in, another rapping lacking sh-t spitter no flow zero p-ssion “wack n-gga!”
i’m past him; bodies in my cabin so a fist fight with a dragon really must be what you’re asking for
sick with metaphors since i met the stork and i can’t quit till the day i’m resting in the morgue
good lord, scramble to the chapel! this n-gga is aiming his barrel right at our castle!
(who?) oh donny, sick as nagasaki’s youth, send him with the ones in the white suits
frightful, what he might do on mics when idle
“he’s the hottest n-gga out since the guy with the 12 disciples”
attacking ‘em like i’m primal, creating a vicious cycle like “write, eat beat, repeat” until i’m viral
dutchie got a n-gga feeling spinal tapped
blow your b-tch back out and send her to a chiropractor
turn that gl-ss ceiling to a gl-ss floor
seen ‘em grab the mic and choke like tryna swallow mad swords
could sell einstein a dunce cap, fun fact: kid kicks lyrics that make ‘em collapse when my gums flap
got a knack for it, next to tyrannosaurus in every single thesaurus
that’s monstrous shorty skin copperish know she bless me like i was breathing where some pollen is
erase you n-ggas from relevance like a colonist, but your whole career ain’t worth 24 dollars b-tch
the beat eating glutton, known to turn opponents into floaters in the hudson
like it’s really nothing, she’s thirsty as a russian around svedka
said i’m the pick of peter pipers peppers with a style wild as metta
so test this artest – and end up in a dumpster rolled up in a carpet
i am spitting like i need carmex, and pushing rappers out the windows of apartments
cringe when the corpse hit the sidewalk, next time you in the booth tell ‘em turn the mic off
these rappers not sick more slight cough – funny how they fronting on the same guy they bite off

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