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letra de diamond in the rough - don cook (rapper)

[verse 1]
y’all be rocking faded cargo with the ball cap backwards
i been c-cking traded rifles with the all black added
y’all the fall-back pageant, lick the b-llsack f-ggot
if the b-lls looking bald, it’s from all that bragging
going to my f-cking head in the jockstrap f-ggot
got the gall, i’m enthralled by your ma’s bra-strapping
it’s from all that magic in my drawers goddammit
i ain’t talking ’bout the baller from the los angeles lakers
doing -n-l in the raw-dog fashion
he ain’t got a condom on, so he got all that rashing
and it’s all broadcasted, if you aren’t called b-st-rd
you been talking up to god thru the wrong d-mn pastor, uh
they be asking where the bars at
i be asking where applause at, here to get ’em offstep
who you gotta call to make ’em pause that?
you ain’t all that

[hook]
i’m the line that you’re holding in your truck
when you throw it in the mud
you’ll be sure to find a motherf-cking diamond in the rough
diamond in the rough, a ma’f-cking diamond in the rough
(hands up!)

[interlude]

[verse 2]
i want a mosh pit, got a bomb ticking in the front row
if you rock slow, you just might hear it
i’m a dog, i’m a mutt, my appearance
is eerily similar to what the f-ck y’all staring at
it’s apparent that y’all f-ckers are wary now
i could swear that you c-cksuckers were airing out
i ain’t falling for much, i built a tolerance up
i got a following that shot up your truck
i start to stutter when the doctor’s talking to me
once you pop a pill, you pop pills in quantities
got a problem with vomiting
almost thought about offing my barber
cause he was onto me
it’s a part of me now, i’m feeling awfully proud
to be the one that’s always chopping me down
i stop into town to see the f-cking officer pout
so rock with me now, i haven’t seen a bomb in a while
this my dropout project
had a f-cking job ’till my boss malfunctioned
mop and some sponges with no water in the bucket
you ain’t really ’bout that life
i see you tryna’ get in trouble boy
pistol mic with the clip inserted
shooting for the sky, but the shit’s inverted
yeah, i woulda blown my mind, but i clipped this birdie
that been circlin my eyes when i trip and get dirty boy
it’s the piper in a pickle with the city folk
i’m a liar when i’m b-tching that it’s miserable
if the bible is shut, i gotta wild ’em up
they got the pistol and they lining me up
so who the f-ck got their paw on the muzzle i’m staring at?
i’ll be daring the next copper to yell it out
only fear is the sullen that you were daring to pull it
and it’s the parents that be sharing the bullet

[hook]

- don cook rapper

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