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letra de dpc - da phat controlla

[verse 1]
i ain’t eminem or el-p, b-tch i’m dpc
ain’t pc, you see? at my pc writing a prophecy
and my offer be – get the f-ck offa me
get up off my case, get the f-ck outta my face, uh
here to disprove your misconception, preconception
i’m the exception, so f-ck critical reception
gotta ask – who the f-ck rigged our election?
think i know – tell rupe murdoch, suck my c-ck
i ain’t political, just an upset individual
with the residual bitterness, a’straya’s in the sh-tter, it’s
a f-ckin’ shame, need somebody to save the game
this be the genesis
i be into this, you feelin’ this?
imma get this started, yo stay bein’ r-t-rded
stayin’ silent like you the one who farted
got no respect here for the dear departed
your funeral be my urinal and i’m p-ssin’ on your mural
call me purile but in the meanwhile
i spit these words with bile, ain’t in denial crossin’ the nile
even though i don’t look it imma close the book
before anyone get a look, yo history shall be a mystery
peein’ on a tree, markin’ territory you know it’s me
you see tags on the walls, f-gs all over your b-lls
i’m slowly goin’ crazy like teenagers havin’ babies
got these weird cravings, mad like stark ravin’
the path we be pavin’, says in china it was made in
once got annihilated, pupils dilated
since then it’s never faded, i hated and i made it
my p-ssion, girl’s gash on my tongue
i’m young, gonna fill each lung with air then
it comes out there, these beats be my fanfare
do you f-ckin dare? fakers can’t compare
gold like this be rare but i don’t even care
talk all the sh-t you want imma light a blunt
keep on f-ckin’ talkin after you walk in
you won’t walk again, i guess that shall depend
on luck? nah, don’t give a f-ck
imma suck a t-tty then write down another ditty
and it’s a pity you ain’t in the city
would’ve taught ya a lesson, no blessin’
you test me, blast ya like charleton heston
i’m the best in the game, you other rappers lame
keep chasing ya fame, 15 minutes to your name
yo sh-t tame, i’m wild, i’m chill, i’m chilli, i’m chillin’
yo mild, i’ll k!ll, i’m k!llin’, i’m k!llin’ this sh-t
just a bit of my wit while i’m lit i spit
throw ya -ss in a pit; your end, this is
the genesis and i be into this motherf-cker

[verse 2]
on that beat like fetishists be on feet
you think that’s f-ckin’ sick
but you know this kinda neat
suckle on dem teats like imma mumma boy
but you suck on those d-cks like you a f-ggot boy
she be gaggin’, later she be naggin’
like she on the rag and
i tell her pack her bags and get the f-ck out
i’m all about that chill sh-t, bit of that trill sh-t
yo voice like a drill, sh-t – déjà vu, that ain’t new
but i’m one of the few that’s out to change the game here
all the rap here sounds the same, b-tches be plain
i ain’t playin’, they rap about weed and bein’ a hard c-nt
well now i’m on the hunt, tell me why you should live
imma k!ll ya career, it’s me you oughta fear
you lookin’ out ya rear
window, but i’m already in though, i’m in the backseat
’bout to make sure you can’t compete
imma defeat and delete yo -ss and imma do it so fast
faster than a cheetah, faster than you say
“hey that was cliche!” i appeal to the niche
tell them b-tches that these leeches had their day

- da phat controlla

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