Koo Man on da Persian beat... Something for da haters in Eugene tryna claim dey kings... Scope da lyrics...
DEF (Desmond Elias Ford) davyne (divine)
Lyrics
Wanna battle? Muthafukka diss is what I do
Rolling with Jesus, I’ma reach out and touch you
Wanna tattle? You can run go and tell ya krew
Following you home bombing wherever you run to
Wanna battle? Muthafukka diss is what I do
Bout ta buck ya cuz I really don’t trust you
Wanna tattle? You can run go and tell ya krew
But just like cattle, got beef, I’ll be cooking fools…
Barbeque and marinade, this is how I serenade
To the sound of burning flesh, betta find a barricade
Hit you with the shish kabob; make sure that this shit is hot
Fuck you with even if its not, cuz ya skin is soft
In a loft, chilling with ya wifey gottya guard down
Throw a Molotov thru ya window make ya heart pound
Living like an educated crook, hear my smart sound
More then justa pretty lil picture, I be art bound…
Our town, be Eugene, city of the green
So all my people show me love when I hit da scene
Got the game sewn up, haters tryna split da seam
So I’ma serve em like a digi or a triple beam…
(I’m spitting clean…)
Wanna battle? Muthafukka diss is what I do
Rolling with Jesus, I’ma reach out and touch you
Wanna tattle? You can run go and tell ya krew
Following you home bombing wherever you run to
Wanna battle? Muthafukka diss is what I do
Bout ta buck ya cuz I really don’t trust you
Wanna tattle? You can run go and tell ya krew
But just like cattle, got beef, I’ll be cooking fools…
Kinda like a cooking show, let the whole world see
Serving you with a drink and some fries dat be curly
Toughest nigga on yo block, went home girly
Tryna take me out, bitch you better wake up early
Surely, you did not think dat you could act squirrelly
And Karma wouldn’t mac ya chick and ride her like a Hurley
Like the minute hand, she going down like :30
Hot damn, man! Yo bitch be dirty…
I don’t even want her though, I’m just tryna get you pissed
Cuz when ya angry, dat’s a weakness dat’s gon get ya dissed
Homey you can keep ya ho, let her handcuffs get ya wrist
Rising, now ya falling, deep down in to a death abyss
I got methods but nah, I aint Methodist
Niggaz getting shot up if they step on my premises
Only thing ya shooting is ya mouth, like a dentist bitch
So fuck a written rap, cuz ya barely worth my sentences…
Our town, be Eugene, city of the green
So all my people show me love when I hit da scene
Got the game sewn up, haters tryna split da seam
So I’ma serve em like a digi or a triple beam…
(I’m spitting clean…)
