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letra de ain't no champ - daniel monroe

ain’t no champ lyrics
[hook: sample, daniel monroe & dna tru lyricist]
you ain’t no champ!
you ain’t no champ!
you ain’t no champ!
i’m the real champ, i’m the real champ
you ain’t no champ!
you ain’t no champ! (yeah)
you ain’t no champ! (aye dna) (what’s up, man?) (watch how i move)
i’m the real champ, (let’s do it to ’em) i’m the real champ

[verse: daniel monroe & dna tru lyricist]
logan ain’t no champ
ricegum ain’t no champ
ksi ain’t no champ
hey deji, you know you ain’t no champ
follow us as we address p-ssies who ain’t no champs
they soft like claymation, straight out of play doh land
and they hate they can’t leave the track, car laced
with camp crystal lake lyrics from daniel and dna, we champs
associating with the best, the prize is for the taking
roe meditates under zero gravity while rotating
rotated, no debated, you hoes are waiting
for shannon briggs to wake up ya kids, and no, there’s no bacon
one of the most antic-p-ting duo in the championship
no force or entity can explode this companionship
we stick together like siamese
while you walking around like you got a pine tree shoved up your hiney
you and your acolytes don’t make up my bragging rights
your style’s so asinine, i can cut it with jagged knives
we crazy like rabid mice in the blackest night
i jack mics and hang ’em up on my ceiling like stalagmites
then i drag mics from the back of my truck like jasper
after that, you hear the sound of the braveheart bagpipes
smoke you quicker than a cigarette draft from a dread dike
on the corner at quarter past five and it made a quarter of the past night
i engulf sodium nitrate, it’s a nice taste
when i spit it back out, it turns into live grenades
inside my veins, the same color as wine paste
you might face migraines after battling the mic aces on fridays
they cry for days at a nice-lit stage
in the nicest way possible, i’m k!lling you off with a tidal wave
burn you up in the light of flame, roll you up in a bible page
smoke you up like a [?] ’til i hallucinate and they see my purple dragon spiral rage
i’ve been sent here to destroy wack ass youtubers
that cause havoc across the electronic universe
tell marina that i’m a microphone terrorist
i’ll blast her skin off like shooting styrofoam with bb pellets
then put ’em down like [?], that poor old fella
claiming that he a rapper, he more like helen keller
mixed with h-llo kitty, i’m at his girl’s house like “h-llo, titties!”
sippin’ her mellow yellow, sittin’ back in a pretty sh-tty bean bag
[hook: sample & dna tru lyricist]
you ain’t no champ! (you ain’t no champ)
you ain’t no champ!
you ain’t no champ!
i’m the real champ, i’m the real champ
you ain’t no champ!
you ain’t no champ!
you ain’t no champ!
you chump! i’m here to let you know, you ain’t no champ!

- daniel monroe

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