Talkin' to tha Wall- DZK feat. Froztbyte
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13th Drajin Produktionz/ Dark Loud Records/ Murderous Emcees Inc. artist Froztbyte A.K.A. Pendrajin
Welcome to my soundclick page. If this is your first time visitin, my name is no longer Froztbyte. I'm either known as Pendrajin or TdotM
Lyrics
[verse]:[1]:[DZK]
ten - here comes the two to the one to the eight
never learned to count, cuz I flunked fifth grade
never bag a chick with a rubber, fuck AIDS
rock a Magic J throw-back and just pray
here comes the D to the Z to the - "Hi" yall
I'ma kinda wide-eyed lunatic, I'm wild
only rhymer, you'll see in awhile
with five animal handlers to keep me in line, dog
psycho-pathic, Buffalo Bill Jackson
killer in a mask, girl twitchin in a trash bag
duct-tape my fat date, till she's captured
throw her in a pit - "IT PUTS THE LOTION IN THE BASKET!"
loco from a crack hit, floatin' into madness
slowest to react when I'm smoking any plastic
broke into a casket, joke with a cadaver
notice it ain't laughin, and choke it till I'm happy again
It rubs the lotion on it's skin...
or it gets... the hose... again.
I wanna throw a concert and stage it
out in the country - rent me a hundred acres of nature
get a famous trance DJ to play it
mainly just to tease these damn ravers to their faces
I'm a disgrace to MC's, I sit around and
pretend to write ill things down, on blank pages
then later, listen for the craziest statements
that your favorite rapper made and switch it around and change it
I'm not clever, make no mistake about it
I've never shocked myself, in any creative outlet
I'm grounded, got no friends, sleeping face down in
my water-bed every evening, hoping I drown
at age three, I got caught, smoking my crayons
at thirteen, I dropped acid... but not in my mouth
from a crop duster, [BOWW!!] all over my town
probably why I got cops always poking around
or maybe, it's the babies, decomposing now
in my trash, cuz my ass is too lazy to take it out
either way, it's crazy how, I gotta dress like a clown
just to shake the FEDS out in front of my house
I'm bout to lose it officially, use my ability to
breed stupidity, you need to mimic these few
middle-school, punk-rockish, hostilities
toss my drink, at the string section of a symphony
[Verse 3-Froztbyte]
Froztbyte on tha beat yall
Smoke weed til I crumble an fall
through this cardboard wall
holdin together my house in tha middle of tha mall
I aint poor for a reason I just choose to be
Wearin Docker pants made back in '43
Pick out tha stems to these buds
sit around wit D Z an get buzzed
off tha dank we puff
its me, Mr. Puffin Stuff
Sniff tha Sharpie Marker
oh shit....everything's gettin darker
I dun know if it's tha shit
I keep puttin in my system Kid
who gives a fuck whut I did
just to get intoxicated, an faded
'til tha whole world looks like tha video for Jaded
Props to Mr. A-Jack ermm I mean Delta Zetta Kappa
Crazy ass Cracka, Bouncin off tha Adderal
jumpin across tha columns landin head first in tha wall
I'm out yall!
