(Intro)
Hey, I just don’t understand, how this all happened
One day I just woke up, and it was like this
But hopefully, we can fix this, for the better
(Verse 1: DizzyDDizzy)
You bout to get into the mind of an
Iller Killer getting more skrilla n' millions
Fuck that I want trillions come
Hittin' n' spittin' n' stickin' up my guns to explain
Pain you about to feel it, you
Slytherin snake you bout to get harried
Carried this all my life
So much strife you about to get it
Come here n' get near it when
I unleash you’re like a scared dog running on a leash
Can’t escape me you run and I come to explode on you
But that’s no homo and it’s the truth
You fucked the game and now it’s having a baby
Come here and raise it Papa you should see how I play it
No more toys for the little boys up in
Troy getting destroyed by my roman army of words
Ain’t you heard nigga you gonna get
Murdered but won’t be heard
Come on and fuck with me nigga it’s the end of
Days today, you bout to get sleeping peacefully
Murdered 6 feet deep got dropped, hit in the chest
By 6 shots I peeped down the barrel and
The rest of y'all ain't
Nothing special neither
Everyone just leaves you alone
Cause they ain’t like wasting their ether
(Verse 2: 'Laide)
Ether? Imma mix it with bleach and drink
Vomit all over the sink
Just when you think I’m dead
Imma resurrect during my dying
Breath on this cold hard bed of death
With Jesus, head to neck, get a reality check
Cause my raps can cause you to see a psychologist
My disease is iller than a surfer in Antarctica during winter
You couldn’t cure it in a millennia
With a team of scientists helpin' ya
The votes are in, our next of kin will fail to pay the rent
Stay in debt, place your bets
Collect the cheque and when disgrace is met
Face regret and feel the cold space of loneliness
Bitch, I rap imminent rage, that’s scribble on the pen and the page
A mic in my right, my left has your head
Spinal cord, liver and a ripped up face, great
The disaster I’m creatin’ with the pad and pen
At the same time its hell and heaven sent
After this, the powers we’re calling in, and killin' them
And each n' every one of them
Dizzy and I‘ll be called Dr. Dre and Eminem
Saddam and Osama Bin
Or if we vrin-vrin, Jason and Ted Bundy then
(Verse 3: DizzyDDizzy)
What do you know
Hit him 6 times exactly now off to my show
You blew up like the world trade
But you finna start crashing like
The stock market on a Wednesday
Y'all niggas call it paying homage
I call that bitin', you lying
To yourself you think differently
50 niggas blew up in the game
46 niggas now living broke with no fame
So what’s that average?
Something like 4 of you niggas
Ain't back down eating cabbage
I ravage you, come down spit on you
Nigga fuck shittin', you ain't even worth it
Your music is far from perfect
All you talk about is weed and pills
Well nigga this here is the real deal
Me and 'Laide spittin' the type of shit you feel
(verse 4: 'Laide)
Me and Dizzy be shitting on you fakers while you squeal
You shall kneel before us, the unholy angels of rap are real
Watch as we destroy your pride like a rotten happy meal
Modern mainstream, talk about starting from the bottom
Coming from a middle range family isn’t ‘real’, you must of forgotten
“Last name ever, first name, GAYEST
Fuck a sprained ankle, I want Lil Wayne to play with”
“Oh god, writing real is hard, so much bars and thoughts
I might have writer block, You know what?
I’m just gonna write about my cock and the ladies I fucked,”
With all this ether I’m smoking, my head is now heated
If you play the hand you’re dealt, I guess Ill be cheatin'
(Outro)
Yo ‘Laide, think we actually did anything?
Yeah, I just killed that shit
