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letra de d.o.a. freestyle (death of assholes) - adam dub

yeah, im so high like a flying boeing, you know, in my homies studio.. he asked me to drop a little freestyle, i said anytime for you big homie, but its gonna be a little more than a freestyle.. inspired by the slaughterhouse joint.. ey yo, dawg, gimme that beat..

lately im gettin death threats, thats why i keep two glock with me
i dont know how much more i gotta do to be treated like 2 pac and biggie
but i already f-cked half of the world, and now i know what real beef is
a f-ckin afternoon and im armed up like hulk hogan, freaky
too much stress, so lately i been smokin like a chimney
and drinkin so much when i wake up im already tipsy
waitress b-tches like uuh, you are rich so u better fat tip me
so i rather just stay home and smokin like a hippie
call up my old girl and tell her sh-ts gettin heavier
she says she dont care, there is a wall beetwen us, like in the past berliners
i used to love her but i stayed a dawg like a terrier
i was like sorry baby, i f-cked this much coz i just wanted to be healthier
coz my doctor said i need more physical activity
but we are away from each other so much felt like war captivity
so call me a liar, call me a cheater, but dont blame me
its just u a career gal, im a career boy, the next wanna be jay-z
and im over you, im ready take over anything i f-ckin desire
i know my destination but i dont know how the f-ck i will get there , hitchhiker
i dont even like the brands but i wanna buy them designers
and write my life story a best seller like i am a freakin screen writer
so call up trump, cuban, mcmahon,gold, there is a star to invest in
they know im an amazing experience like the first fingering
amazing start, and even got a follow up
thats why all the models all already f-cked
i call the foursome my lucky clover
you know i go hard all day like a v–gr-d b-n-r
talking street terms, i get my bread with my toaster
or with straight words, i might just shoot the f-ckin grocer
if their children planned college, there goes the tuition
man, i used to serve the homeless like a soup kitchen
sold sh-ts which made them feel better , beautician
styles told that gangstas die, i still choosed to be a hooligan
im a prost-tute, coz im always thinking about money even when im doin s-x
so after im done with shawty i kick her out of the bed
even of the condo
like hey didn’t u forget something? then throw at her the used condom
now thats a c-mshot
these other guys gettin mothered around by b-tches, now thats dumb son
im never spendin money on girls, except the ones of my family
they accepted that its business first, modern one, so i wanna get my pockets fat like manny is
business trip to south america, im comin back with at least a million dollar deal and a sofia vergara
breakfast with columbians, dinner with the hezbollah
next day papi arrives, all the rappin rats were loud while the cat wasn’t at home
and they can’t escape, the mouse hole is too narrow
yep, im the cat, but for the cheese i trap like a mouse
composin cl-ssic sh-ts, like johan strauss
lookin for worthy features for my next masterpiece
if u wanna compare each others sh-t, you arent tyler, but its you who the b-st-rd is
time to show them haters who the master is
record the whole sh-t with one take on the spot, ain’t gotta master it
so please, revive beethoven, mozart, vivaldi
they should make me a beat, so i can murder it, turn it into a zombie
then murder it again just for the f-ckin fun of it
straight execution, the glove gon fit
revive da vinci to paint my cds cover
try to show these dumb youngings some f-ckin culture
ask dante to do a f-ckin interlude
i need these guys to fill my hunger, coz nowaday guys are only finger foods
call up billy shakespear and ask for a guest verse
record that motherf-cker so high that our chest burn
and here comes the straight blasphemy, im sorry for that
wait, i just need the beat to come back.. where did it run man? ah, snap
shakur,wallace,marley, hendrix, they are only on the bonus tracks
no room for todays rappers, coz i dont need the pointless rap
apologies for the exception
but this world made me pray for an impossible invention
a time machine, so i could go back to the renaissance
this wasn’t a diss, this was a report, so i dont need a response
i just tell it how i see it, like critics
and the sh-t is
f-ckin ridiculous
so i throw up my hands in the air coz i dont really care
then i let my gun go off, brrrat
gave six to your stomach, thats what i call a six pack,ripped abs
yeah i know your crew, its like dustmen, coz the whole cl!ck a mess
but i only gave you this half a bar, like im jigga man
but you other motherf-ck, i see you, and u might get ethered
f-ckin with spiderman, you might just get adam weavered
call up just blaze, tell him to please sample nat king cole
then murder you on it, so obvious, even your whole team know
lookin at your team, times have change,even the definition of a rat pack
but i will settle the beef with only two words: rat-tat
maybe a few more tat –tat, like im machine gun kelly
plannin to grow a bear and have a giant belly
they might mistake me for santa claus, coz im in an out of properties
lookin at my numbers, you would think i won the lottery
love comedy, but hate a f-ckin mockery
so if you mockin me
get ready for the shots, archery
these haters are straight dogs, barkin me
but u know the loudest is the weakest
they still cryin about losin their love interest
while i f-cked her twice, then dumped her all in twenty four hours
im ridin around in la in my batmobile, thats what i call my dodger viper
homie next to me tellin, yo prepare, coz time is up, but let me shoot a buzzer beater
all you haters can’t touch me, just throw cheap shots at me, like im a f-ckin stripper
even if you can f-ck me, you gon get gonorrhea
like scorpion, i finish it: everytime i hear you, i throw up: ballerina

[talking]
yeah, and you, you f-cking hater, i see you, you know that i am talking to you.. wanna beef with me? please.. ey, hold up, stop the beat for this.. you know when i was only six, in freakin kindergarten, i used to draw a lot.. i couldn’t do it well, but i loved it.. and then a little idiot took away my drawing and told me it looks like sh-t.. what was my reaction? i punched him in his nose so hard it started to bleed.. so i already knew how to end a f-ckin beef.. so you wanna beef with me? please.. go to a stakehouse and beef there..

- adam dub

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