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Syck Hop / Horrorcore Rap
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,090
Peak in subgenre #171
Author
davey dips
Uploaded
November 15, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:05
Lyrics
aint it so funny ; how so suddelny/
you can go from being hungary ; to poppin bubbley //
ive been busy ruminaging ; creating the kentic energy to make this shit sound loveely /
writing rhymes while its thundering ; kuz the raining outside, sooths me souls while im pondering and wondering //
davey,man ya finally did it ; ya grew some balls, and decided to spit it /
i let it wicked ; kuz thats how i write /
and i only spit ; the kinda shit that i like //
so if you hate me ; it must be in spite /
kuz the crowd looks like pepsi ; and i look like sprite //
shit man, ill shout it out loud on the mic ; my names is davey dips and im proud to be white /
rappin in my life,and thats the greatest delgiht ; ill rock a fuckin crowd from sundown to sunlight //
do you hear these lyircs /
there possossed by ; evil spirits / /
quickly ; give him need lyrical clearance ;
this kid is redicous, a lyrically genious //
just like a fetus ; my style is sloppy /
its also ... bloody, dirty, offensive, and cocky
theres no question; im headed to the top /
im just afraid, once i get there i wont know when to stop //
the highlight of my nite ; was that little dip i took iinto the great lake twirghtlin /
wit my site beyond site ; i seen a couple monsters, but they turned out all right //
I can still rhyme tight ; when im heavily trashed /
on the front line; kickin the enemies ass //
if you go to mess wit me ; pretendin ya bad /
write that on recipee ; why ya memmory sad //
spittin low blows ; like a kick in the nads /
i can the beat go ; by just hittin some pads //
getin blown by a midget ; while my heads spinnin like taz /
dead things just grab ; my legs than i drag //
that son of a bitch dips ; what a freakin tricksta/
the story's ok ; but my endings always getcha //
i paint a vivid pictura; from a stoned trane of thought /
my keep it twisted ; like your ringin out a wash cloth //
if i threw up my tequila ; i'd be offendin the worm /
i just take it like a man ; & pretend it dont burn //
pour another shot ; BITCH im takin your turn /
my attitude turned rude ; now your face look concerned //
i always got somethin to burn ; just like a pyro /
stuck in a ganja field; of nothin but hydo//
durin zombie survival ; fuck, all that i need /
is a gun in one hand ; and a nugget of green//
after a truck load of trees ; & bushel of blunts /
i started hybernating ; for close to 6 months //
just like a bear ; inside of a cave /
the zombies got the munchies ; there hungry for brains / /
aint it ashame ; that i cant be contained /
im at home on deranged ; sowin on a face //
if rapping is killer ; than call me the slasher /
pulling all the right strings ; like the puppet master //
