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ng fresh - dead on arrival lyrics

[intro:]
yeah, back with another one
let’s go!
(+shoot+out)

[chorus:]
coming up in this game with zero f+cks given
this real life bullsh+t got me fearful of livin’
but i’mma hustle hard, make it clear how i’m driven
goal+setting every day of the year that i’ve striven
writing iconic sh+t that’ll become archival
k!ll ’em with the rhymes that these motherf+ckers deprived of
shut up, b+tch, there ain’t no chance for revival
ayo, doc, just tell ’em to pr+nounce ’em dead on arrival

[verse 1:]
there be too many chiefs but no enough indians
goin’ dumb with the phrases, f+ckin’ up idioms
pushin’ you little pr+cks back into oblivion
going off the limb at you b+tches just like ophidians
y’all attractive at surface level but hideous
on the inside of you, hiding something insidious
snakes in the grass, y’all be cold+hearted amphibians
but fronting on us like you all zen and 1st corinthians
y’all showing love on the gram, but not in real life
kind+hearted but the tongue i got’s a steel knife
rather get angry in my songs than at people
and wrongfully cheat ’em, but sh+t the rhymes i jot will steal wives
ay, man, i gotta start neglecting all the assh0l+s
but reflecting on the battles i’ve fought to survive
has me p+ssed off at f+ckery that i’ve caught with my eyes
no surprise that you ain’t leaving my lyrical slaughter alive
ay, b+tch i’m

[chorus:]
coming up in this game with zero f+cks given
this real life bullsh+t got me fearful of livin’
but i’mma hustle hard, make it clear how i’m driven
goal+setting every day of the year that i’ve striven
writing iconic sh+t that’ll become archival
k!ll ’em with the rhymes that these motherf+ckers deprived of
shut up, b+tch, there ain’t no chance for revival
ayo, doc, just tell ’em to pr+nounce ’em dead on arrival

[verse 2:]
going in raw and uncut, man, f+ck the foreplay
nothing’s as hard as the tracks i cut in four days
y’all be loud on your bullsh+t, but what’s your forte
meanwhile, i’m smooth but cold to the touch like sorbet
when i spit, they gon’ talk that sm+t in poor taste
feed ’em facts, they’ll be throwing up a court case
but on my side is where god has his support placed
even when i slaughter these motherf+ckers in more ways
then one: mic, hands, guns, and sword blades
screaming but no one can hear you from the doorway
and everyone be believing nothing you wh0res say
smearing my name and acting all sl+tty for pay
k!ll and then bury you, dumping the truck before they
catching up with me, then they gonna book and report me
to the authorities, those pr+cks already deplore me
but the majority’s with me as these chords play

[chorus:]
coming up in this game with zero f+cks given
this real life bullsh+t got me fearful of livin’
but i’mma hustle hard, make it clear how i’m driven
goal+setting every day of the year that i’ve striven
writing iconic sh+t that’ll become archival
k!ll ’em with the rhymes that these motherf+ckers deprived of
shut up, b+tch, there ain’t no chance for revival
ayo, doc, just tell ’em to pr+nounce ’em dead on arrival

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