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letra de dim mak - dope chan

yeah, can you see me? can you see me?
i’m crawling through your tv to give you the heeby jeebies
like poltergeist, you know i’m nice, i’m so precise
and the flow is tight, your freestyles is overpriced
i ain’t buying that bullsh-t you’re selling
i ain’t listening to them lies you’re telling, i’m prevailing
you silly idiots claiming that you be k!lling it
my sk!lls will fill up a whole galaxy filament
you little n-ggas is illiterate dumb
you ignorant bums get beat like illegitimate sons
i’m the lyrical cynical psychopath that birthed you
i’ll laugh and murk you for hanging past your curfew
you n-ggas ain’t ready for war
you coming off of the top, i’ll place your head on a sword
i got a room full of bodies, need some better decor
i’ll settle the score like an outstanding credit report, ahh!

you about to hop into the mind of a motherf-cking psycho
a son, brother, and uncle of michael
i might go… something like a hitchc-ck fl!ck
your screams are louder than the sh-t that’s in my ziplock b-tch
blowing trees while your dreams blowing in the wind
he’s flowing abstinent, he’s never going in
there’s n0body dope left to even go against
“suffocation” k!ll em all, leave the bones in a ditch
f-ck yall, i ain’t holding nothing back
yall n-ggas suck at rap, f-cking wack, cut the cr-p
talking bout your hood struggles, how you squeezing gats
how you slinging crack when you never even seen a trap
you’re trying to fit in, you’re trying to distract
from the fact that you ain’t really got the bars to react
matter fact, you ain’t even got the b-lls to react
i’ll run up in your parents’ house and you all a get smacked, b-tch!
f-ck yo mama, f-ck yo daddy
i’ll slap yo grandma out her m-th-f-cking granny panties
i’ll punch your brother in his muhf-cking mouth (mouth)
and grind my feet up in your muhf-cking couch (couch)
and watch none of yall do sh-t about it
probably hold your fist out hoping i pound it
try to play it off like “d-mn you was crazy for that”
i’ll eat the food up out your fridge and make you pay for my cab
and you’ll probably do it, you oh so spineless, my flow’s so timeless
you know what the time is, my flow is cold that it’ll f-ck up your sinus
i needed a moment of silence cuz i’m k!lling off you phony b-st-rds
so d-mn bad that you won’t even get an open casket
i’m going bananas, i’m sorry but i don’t know any manners
i’m villainous, spitting this venomous sh-t like i was the cobra commander
you faker than a facebook model trying to pose for cameras
you should’ve did the education, you don’t know the answers
i’m so handsome, skrippers pay me for lap dances
i could probably file it on my taxes
probably put a n-gga in a new tax bracket
twerk it for this money, turn a white girl ratchet, zap! zap!
lightskinneded and cold as jermaine, naw!
i prefer to say i’m hot as a flame, pause!
i be crushing b-tches like they were my cigarette
got them dripping wet and i probably even stain draws!

hook:
i’m the greatest, f-ck patience
my time will never come, i’ma have to take it
yeah, uh huh, i’ma have to take it
yeah, uh huh, i’ma have to take it

this is a stickup stickup, you better get up get up
and i’m aiming for your chest won’t hiccup (nahh!!)
and i came to be the best won’t give up (nahh!!)
you scared to death, probably sh-t your whole get-up (aaahhhh)
i been the sickest ever since i used to kick it with da sickne$$
now these b-tches finally paying me attention
exchanging digits and waiting for me to hit it
i used to be bitter cuz i stayed burning bridges
now i could give a f-ck about these hating -ss n-ggas
saying maybe i should quit mainly cuz they ain’t committed
it ain’t my fault that you hacks couldn’t hack it
i got the gift, oh baby it’s magic
attacking these wack emcees just for practice
shouldn’t have gave them room to breath, ok that’s it!
“suffocation” time, sh-t’s about to get drastic
you were g-ssed up, now you’re sounding asthmatic
d-mn i got them all acting like they ain’t on that rap sh-t
rapping everyday but they ain’t on that rap sh-t
rapping for anyone that ain’t on that rap sh-t
but when i come around watch them jump back in that casket
“d-mn a real lyricist, who let this n-gga in?”
“he’s dropping albums, doing shows, and getting dividends”
i’m sick of n-ggas acting like i ain’t offending them
i sh-t on anybody i’m the lightskinned eminem
i just don’t give a f-ck, n-gga
all you n-ggas suck, n-gga
you the type of n-gga l!ck another n-gga’s nuts, n-gga
always on that g-y sh-t just to be famous
that’s so -n-s, whoops i mean heinous
now let me explain this, i’m the illest ever
you thought you were sick but now i got you feeling better
man you soft as pillow feathers and i’m hot as chilli peppers
you are not up to my level, i’m on top of this forever m-th-f-ckaaaaa!!!

hook

- dope chan

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