[Verse 1]
Formerly mediocre, now I'm the antonym
Scorching competition, have 'em darker than a panther's skin
Or a squad of Yusufu's dancing in the ambulance
Taking bodies to the hospital encased in black canvassing
I'm slapping stupid kids until my hand itches
And blurting out in class cause I know what the answer is
Been the illest since Barack was sucking on the cancer sticks
Don't fuck with the crew cause we're worse than what the Mansons did
Dragon Crew, slapping dudes, rappin crude, tappin boobs, in the fappin mood and we're laughing too
Unregisterably we're passing you
We're hotter than a pack of Jews
Holding lit candles spewing acid fumes
Stop thinking 'bout the girl that you're attracted to
Cause I took her clit
And attached it to my ratchet pubes
Smoking oak trees and drowning in an old fashioned brew
Chewing on swing sets at daycares swallowing plastic screws
[Verse 2]
Slipping babies roofies so the milfs know I'm bout it, bout it
Having twelvesomes with the paparazzi crowding round it
Looking for the pussy found it pound it cum drown it
Leave her mind clouded clouded with her face and head surrounded
By a group or troupe of super duper eager ass cooter bruisers
With pickles, planks, pillows and no lube to use or
Movie shooters
Rapping is your passion but for me it's recreational
I still manage to rip beats without separation tools
I use weak grammar that destroys the rep of nation's schools
Cause if I spoke with eloquence I'd lose half you dazed buffoons
I have potential to be at the top, replacing moons
But I enjoy your company so I act lackadaisical
When in reality I'm writing viscious raps to blaze the fools
And eating wack beef with chopsticks, I gotta save the spoons
[Verse 3]
This isn't like a rap, it's the thoughts of a psychopath
Written down slowly as I visualize some type of wrath:
Me weilding two knives, an axe, a lighter and three kinds of gas
A spiky bat makes spinals crack
While bumping MJ vinyl tracks
If I die today remember me like Jack Torrance
With a hatchet chasing white kids in a black forest
Throwing molotovs at cops and racing in a smashed Taurus
Hitting bitches harder than opening a door with a cracked door hinge
I'm cruising down the street in my nine two with BelaG
Jocking the bitches and hitting all the hoes with celery
Running around naked starting fires committing felonies
Then moving to Tacoma to make a living out of selling weaves
This is just a hobby but I've heard that I'm a prodigy
Constant sick verses cause me suffering from rotting teeth
Got the type of flow to make famine end and stop disease
Rock a Dragon logo and the acronym on cotton tees
Formerly mediocre, now I'm the antonym
Scorching competition, have 'em darker than a panther's skin
Or a squad of Yusufu's dancing in the ambulance
Taking bodies to the hospital encased in black canvassing
I'm slapping stupid kids until my hand itches
And blurting out in class cause I know what the answer is
Been the illest since Barack was sucking on the cancer sticks
Don't fuck with the crew cause we're worse than what the Mansons did
Dragon Crew, slapping dudes, rappin crude, tappin boobs, in the fappin mood and we're laughing too
Unregisterably we're passing you
We're hotter than a pack of Jews
Holding lit candles spewing acid fumes
Stop thinking 'bout the girl that you're attracted to
Cause I took her clit
And attached it to my ratchet pubes
Smoking oak trees and drowning in an old fashioned brew
Chewing on swing sets at daycares swallowing plastic screws
[Verse 2]
Slipping babies roofies so the milfs know I'm bout it, bout it
Having twelvesomes with the paparazzi crowding round it
Looking for the pussy found it pound it cum drown it
Leave her mind clouded clouded with her face and head surrounded
By a group or troupe of super duper eager ass cooter bruisers
With pickles, planks, pillows and no lube to use or
Movie shooters
Rapping is your passion but for me it's recreational
I still manage to rip beats without separation tools
I use weak grammar that destroys the rep of nation's schools
Cause if I spoke with eloquence I'd lose half you dazed buffoons
I have potential to be at the top, replacing moons
But I enjoy your company so I act lackadaisical
When in reality I'm writing viscious raps to blaze the fools
And eating wack beef with chopsticks, I gotta save the spoons
[Verse 3]
This isn't like a rap, it's the thoughts of a psychopath
Written down slowly as I visualize some type of wrath:
Me weilding two knives, an axe, a lighter and three kinds of gas
A spiky bat makes spinals crack
While bumping MJ vinyl tracks
If I die today remember me like Jack Torrance
With a hatchet chasing white kids in a black forest
Throwing molotovs at cops and racing in a smashed Taurus
Hitting bitches harder than opening a door with a cracked door hinge
I'm cruising down the street in my nine two with BelaG
Jocking the bitches and hitting all the hoes with celery
Running around naked starting fires committing felonies
Then moving to Tacoma to make a living out of selling weaves
This is just a hobby but I've heard that I'm a prodigy
Constant sick verses cause me suffering from rotting teeth
Got the type of flow to make famine end and stop disease
Rock a Dragon logo and the acronym on cotton tees
( Sensei (US) )
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