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• Artiste: Dzk
• Titre: Mary-Kate & Ashley
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The man rappin' is Andrew Jackson, I'm autographin' asses and cameras are flashin' Hands are clappin' and the fans are grabbin' At my damn ass so fast there's no reaction Quicken up the beat past the madness That's the dream I'm having When I'm passed out asleep or nappin' That's the reason these labels ain't received the package From me, and that's the reason that I keep on passin' On people askin' me to meet with half these Presidents and chief executives deep in cash If I needed stacks of fuckin' cheese I'd crash The fuckin' streets with crack, and just feed the rats. And I wouldn't have to be the bitch to some white dude Who makes more money off my shit than I do Who the fuck would sign you All the rights to what I write, Do I look like the type Who would hesitate to fight you? Bomb is whistlin', the clock is tickin' Watch defenceless, what I drop is hittin With the force to stop helicopter engines (Mayday, mayday, repeat, our propellers are not spinnin') Need a picture to fit with the shit I'm talkin' Envision Nagasaki victims Skinless walkin' with atomic sickness Limbs is drippin' off em and they fall in ditches Twitchin', sobbin' And I'm the illest mother fucker you can hope to witness You're a joke to me. What the fuck you smokin'? Listen. I'm the most vicious, sickening, foul And animalistic pig since GG Allin Who's runnin' this show? Let's go Let 'em know the best flow is comin' from the DC Metro CDs inject those we got next, yo' Micphones I wreck those, you got wet clothes When you first heard me surface, learn this: I'm kickin' it once, sicker than scum, Iller than what? Rippin and burnin it up the sun in the middle of summer The bigger the lungs, the quicker the tongue, It'll kill em the sicker the rhythym'll come To fill up the minutes and hit 'em with sudden riddles Among a hundred mental visual syllable intervals Spun with iller slum scribbles That come from minimal picked from minerals Dug from outta the earth mountains of dirt. Challenge my work and malice occurs My callous inertias bound to disturb Your balance and turn ya round and just serve ya. My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, serve ya My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, yeah. I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me. I said: I feel fuckin', I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me.