[Lyric] Quarter Century (D Liva)

Intro [D Liva]:
Can't nobody get no pussy on the internet, shit!
H-hold up...
Yoo hold up, ooh!
Bye bitch! I gotta rap!
Uh
Heh, yeah

Verse 1 [D Liva]:
It's been twenty-five years of the internet
It's infinite, we live in it
It's everything from titties to literally
Illiterate little niggas that's riddled with ritalin
That'll even kill their own brother to get a hit, uhhh
But yo, I got mark of Cain, I'm no different
And I'm about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens
Yea, I'ma make it go kaboom with the boom bappin'
I tink I tink I saw some booties clappin'
Now make 'em bouncе

Hook 1 [D Liva]:
Cast it off if it's too much
Pass it on and smoke two blunts
Turn the cappin' down right now
'Cause all my niggas bustin' off likе woo ha, woo ha
Tell that ho to go grow up
Pour one up and just go nuts
Drop 'em panties down right now
And all my bitches bust 'em out like woo ha, woo haaa!
Guitar Breakdown [D Liva]:
_Guitar Solo_ [D Liva]
Woah ohh, woah ohh
Woah ohh, woah ohh
Woah ohh, woah ohh
Woah ohh, woah ohh

Verse 2 [D Liva]:
Y'all never seen so much confidence cause so much incontinence
Y'all niggas shittin' y'allselves
I'm pissin' consonants from continent to continent
Shit, I ain't even shittin' on vowels
Ain't never written no vows, how could I break 'em?
Fuck askin' for the baton, I'ma just take it
Fuck consent to enter the game, I'ma just rape it
But give me a bad bitch and some time and I'ma date her
Sanaa Lathan
Here's my statement to anyone online
Who ever had design to die by suicide
Grow a fuckin spine
I say it with mine, for the seven hundredth time
I have taken back all fucks that were at one point given
No, you will not be forgiven if you give in
So make it your mission to see all of your seeds
Spreading like a disease from Wuhan, Wuhaaan
Breakdown [D Liva]:
I said, hold up, fuck, wait, shit, biiitch!
I got a little bitty question
Who you know this talented that make his tracks
And be rappin' quick, with above average (_elephant trumpet_)?
I said, hold up, fuck, wait, shit, biiitch!
I got a little bitty question
Who in here the baddest bitch
That got the pussy that be splash and splish, niggas imaginin'?
And I said, hold up, fuck, wait, shit, biiitch!
I got a little bitty question
Why you wanna start some shit
When everybody else be partying?
This ain't the bar exam
I don't know who the fuck raised them, but biiitch!
I got a little bitty question
Even though it's wrote in stone I'll hold the throne as the G.O.A.T
Can I just say no, and take that load and

Hook 2 [D Liva]:
Cast it off if it's too much
Pass it on and smoke two blunts
Turn the cappin' down right now
'Cause all my niggas bustin' off like woo ha, woo ha
Tell that ho to go grow up
Pour one up and just go nuts
Drop 'em panties down right now
And all my bitches bust 'em out like woo ha, woo haaa!
Post-Hook 2 [D Liva]:
You never seen so much confidence cause so much incontinence
Y'all niggas shittin' y'allselves
I'm pissin' consonants from continent to continent
Shit, I ain't even shittin' on vowels
Ain't never seen so much confidence cause so much incontinence
Y'all niggas shittin y'allselves
I'm pissin' consonants from continent to continent
Shit, I ain't even shittin' on vowels, nigga

Outro [D Liva]:
_Alto Saxophone Solo_ [D Liva]

Yea, it's Liva
Twenty-seven Club
Quarter Century
Twenty twenty 'til infinity
Heh, yea