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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #242
Peak in subgenre #119
Author
written and produced by yours sincerely, danpat
Rights
2004 of couse
Uploaded
March 06, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Spit fire
don't let the skin fool you
I know how to load a clip
blow some shit that could
shatter bones in my wrist
dpat I’m tired
of these bored ass raps
play carpenter pull a hammer
nail these bored ass cats
just surprised your crew
aint laid up in ditches yet
dpat throw stiff dick
down your bitches neck
and yall small fish in a big pond
them sharks gon see you
got guns that clap for no reason
like retarded people
put bullets in your stomach
make you cough up slugs
white boy and I’m hotter
than you thought I was
I’m the rhyme specialist
I rhyme effortless
and only wear white on whites
like I was prejudice
so when you see me
send a shell out of the gun
I’m hot
I spit hell out of my lungs
and I know your broke
so before I cock back
and get my shoot on
I’ll wait til your married
so you can get buried
with the same suit on
verse 2
I’m a stay hot til the day my casket drop
squeeze guns (so big)
you feel aftershocks
shells hit you
and drag you half a block
dpat sicker than (that shit)
magic got
fly across the globe
hard to smuggle the steel
but box cutters
turn your face into a puzzle for real
dan pat like them bitches with aids
don't fuck with him
have your kids missing
stitched up with coke stuffed in em
and lately I’ve been buying jeans
a bigger waist size
so I can throw bigger heat
on the waist line
I must be on a permanent vaca
they way I’m packing
yall cats aint nothing but murders
waiting to happen
i'm a star minus the ice on the wrist
not even in my prime
tell me who's nicer than this
calm your man down before
I turn his seeds into bastard kids
pop you and drop you in the same casket as him
verse 3
when I spit
my flow is boiling hot
and I stay dirty like soil and rock
dan pat, home boy, remember the name
got them flames
that'll melt the ice off your chain
chicks swallow dick
and get choked up
leave them with accents
from going down south on me so much
I pop shit
for the hell of it now
and keep some shit on the waist
that could put an elephant down
god forbid
if I have to empty them shots
play hard I’ll leave you that way
when you’re stiff in that box
plug anybody
for the right cash amount
handing caskets out
fuck bars I’m spitting ashes out
they say my name
whenever heat is mentioned
I got power in the hood
like v-8 engines
so once them guns are locked on you
you may as well dig a hole
jump in and pull the dirt in
on top of you
