great dain - atebit lyrics
[great dain]
yo i’m trunchbull, locking punk rappers in the chokey
i don’t f-ck with beef unless it’s on my list of groceries
rocking sh-t, playing f-cking bop it in my momma’s crib
eating chocolate ’til my t–th the color of obama’s skin
super sick, seducing chicks with my music
getting stupid every time i move a bic
constantly producing hits, y’all don’t know what music is
talking like you hard as f-ck, god i think i’m losing it
sorry i don;t mean to be looney, i’m white lame and goofy
bum life, rocking tie-dye tees and bluejeans
ruthless d-ck looking for the rubies like the goonies
i sold my soul just to get some new keys
sc-mmy like a jewel thief, heartless, don’t criticize the art, b-tch
dain to the raps like blaine to a card trick
y’all are scott farkus, ugly as f-ck garbage
i’m part martian and to the point like a dart tip
eight bit samples that are tighter than a facelift
basic, make your b-lls drop to the pavement
got your necks twisting like a lane switch
hit you in the face, kid your raps lame as a sprained wrist
god d-mn! y’all just on the plain jane sh-t
same thing just a different punk in his bas-m-nt
and i ain’t got no patience for all that bullsh-t
so imma say it the way i wanna say it, and you gon’ take it
face it, i’m your favorite rapper dude
i know you hurry home to listen to my raps after school
i just laugh at you, i’m bout to go mad, just act a fool
start smashing sh-t and f-cking snap like a plastic spoon
i’m magic dude, i’m finna wrap a doob
sit back relax and sip on a gl-ss of juice
stupid -ss, i never had a clue
always sat in the back of the cl-ss writing raps, snacking on food
we are not the same, i make dope sh-t
and you don’t, b-tch, i get it cracking like a glo-stik
y’all are bogus, i’m old school hulk hogan
coolest kid doing music sh-t in all of oakland
don’t slow the tokin’, do the locomotion
funky -ss rhythm got the speakers overloading
guess it goes to show that great dain’s the most dope
it ain’t no joking, ’cause the game is straight broken
yo i’m here to fix, it’s looking clear as sh-t
y’all are too delirious to f-cking hear the wit
well here it is, imma formulate a plan
with zero dollars and a fricking quarter tank of gas
imma drive ’til it’s dry and imma never look back
old school ’til i die b-tch, rap till i p-ss
so f-ck a job, i wanna spit for the cash
and if that sh-t don;’t happen imma dig through the trash to eat
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