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dubbledge - off-key lyrics

[intro]
listen up, yeah
listen up
ha ha ha
about to get a little bit off key
bam, i missed my cue
how’s it gonna be on the m+i+c
listen me
i’ma spit that, too legit to quick chat
eyo, check the format step on mcs like doormat

[verse]
basically i’m unstable, brain things
unable to maintain the knowledge i contain in my cerebral
warn your people, my styles are lethal
like injections, doctors giving mercy k!llings
when you’re too dead to live
people remember my rhymes you’ve only got a memory just like a sieve
that’s my prerogative, straight to the point
and styles derivative and negative
i’m positive your rhymes are artificial like preservatives in jam jars
with your pictures on the front
in a golliwog pose grinning like a dumb c+nt
‘scuse the profanity but basically
the audacity of a man tryna challenge me’ll bring in tragedy
like finding out on national tv
that you come from one pair of transvestite family
and your mum’s really your dad dressed up badly
takin’ up the batty from barry happy as larry
silly sally, tommy tucker, call me motherf+cker
i’m your baby, motherf+cker
motherf+cker, i’m havin’ a laugh
you’re dirty like the ring + naw, i mean you’re dirty like
you’re filthy like the ring of scum around the bath
mcs wanna test ‘is but f+ck off!
i’m deep like the mind of minolta
lyrical quota, i got force like yoda
brainstormer, farm of the normer
dead people resurrect to see this performer
other rappers look like fishes out of water
hospital patients jump out they coma
i sh+t on competition, smell the aroma
and breath it in, because i inflate lungs
competition sound like churches when they speakin’ in tongues
cause i don’t understand them ones
i’ll show ya how it runs
daddy was a sworn+off, i’m a son of a gun
don’t wanna k!ll no one, faces on stun
warp factor eight, beam me up, scotty
i train mcs like kids on potties
fresh out the nappy, hair nappy
brought up in a racist area + “oi, blackie”
hate what you fear and fear what you hate
see i don’t tolerate slave mastermind state
might defecate on a plate, feed it to your throat ’til you choke
eat sh+t and die, no joke
that’s no joke, one of the world’s last hopes
to get to the truth i could kidnap the pope
i’m so f+ckin’ hot i p+ss smoke
aah, they wanna take you a joke, don’t provoke
dubbledge will take your girl and elope
i’m dee+buh!
[outro]
dubbledge, yea?
talk done
that’s it, mate
no long ting, no like..
ah, whatever, look
done!

- dubbledge lyrics

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