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dynast – whizz kid lyrics

[intro]
[verse: dynast]
dropping bars like this is mars
no violence, ain’t got no sars
sh-tting on these boys flaws
not unlike the shark from jaws
clean your mouth, you need some dental floss
boy you better know that i’m the boss
at least you know, when i’m in my own room
‘cause i don’t like taking any shrooms
or hanging out with a crew, like a bunch of little goons
buffoons zoom through the mood, like they high on c0ke
i just netflix and chilling, sipping on diet c0ke
i feel sorry for these unappreciative blokes
waiting for a hottie to send a little poke
man, you out there better not choke
high hopes harder for me to cope
so, it’s like, check, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
i want some wine too, wine too, wine too
stick with the cl-ssics, instead of following the m-sses
mol-sses, i’m wiping off my gl-sses
you b-st-rds are bloated with gases, but your p-n-s is flaccid
that’s what happens when you’re high on acid
so i sit back on this track, skip, skip, put it on c-ssette
lighting up a cigarette, chilling with some pillowtalk, no need for a discotheque
creative juices flowing, my rhymes showing
no signs of stopping, or blowing, tearing up holes with atomic flows
damaging, endangering my numerous foes
running through the six with my woes
is this how it goes?
i kid, i’m not a violent guy
just pointing out the fact that you pelican fly
in the midst of all this sadness, i sigh
see, i don’t condone
the use of crypto in your purple cushion
but it’s like, relax, we got a few sacks
i bought with a few stacks, it ain’t like anybody’s gonna be back
let’s get some snacks, order up some big macs, no rational setbacks
i got the illest rap flow, it’s only natural
that i spit sick like sl1ck rick
with a metaphorical big d-ck
so while i’m bopping and flowing
you tryna stop the influence
when i’m going and doing, what i’m showing, you blowing
your fat stacks, you fat rat
imma mad cat wit’ a mad scat
hear that dre? a double entendre
who woulda thought that i was born to slay
you a hustler, phony, i’m just a customer, homie
but that don’t mean that i can’t spit bars like common’s testimony

- dynast lyrics

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