Dez & Nobs 2 Trillion 2
[Intro: Dezmatic]
Yo, this that real life rap shit right here
Not that pulling drive-bys at 143 miles per hour shit
So when you see Dez
Make sure you don't get the frosting knocked off your cupcake
You f..cking cream puff
Heard that?
Gully bands, motherfucker
[Verse 1: Dezmatic]
A lot of MCs too finicky with they beats
I'll take throw-away joints and turn them shits into heat
While you pissin' your sheets you dream of this when you sleep
Shoe horns and crow bars remove my fists from your teeth
It's my victory speech, it's official, the torch passed
We snuck inside the building and slipped through the doors cracks
The forecast calls for sprinkles and light augering
But nothing earth-shattering or life-altering
You know the drill bit, I keep it simple stupid
While you sip strawberry flavored dribbles of menstrual fluid
Pussy, how much time you think it took me
To infiltrate the system, get these middle men to book me
It's about to get ugly as Chewie, holler at your Wookiee
So f..ck the politrickin', with model citizens and what you trust
I'd rather do songs about how much you suck
Why you sit and wonder if God's pissed
When New Orleans just drowned to death in a puddle of God's piss
Does God exist? While you debate, she may or may not
I'll be buying out the bar and pounding haterade shots
Taking bottles to the face slang jager and Fox
You could tie me with your favorite Flavor Flav clock, like "stop!"
That's just how me and my affiliates do
Live from nowhere, two trillion and two
[Sample: GZA]
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
Wack ass town had you gassed
You ain't shit
[Verse 2: Dezmatic]
At the shows up here, bitches blow lines in the bathroom, meanwhile
On stage you blow your lines in half the freestyle
You trapped in venile, I'll slap you senile
And if I woke you from your dream then go back to sleep now
They askin' me how much I sign to Fingerprint for
The in stores splendor 10-4
Them tour more than you plus him
What I kick persuade like new buck Timbs
That there's no such thing as me not ill
You's a hypochondriac with a hospital bill
You can watch it on film and as you go through your set
Come to terms with the fact you're mediocre at best
Don't even wet that
Still you persperate that it's hard
‘Cause you just figured out how to work your ASR
Stop asking me, I'm fine, don't need beats
518 stand up, the home team's deep
You ain't crew, jerk, you just wish you was down
My crew threw dirt like our dicks' in the ground
Your spines chilly off nine millies and rubber gloves
They trying to kill me, I'm lyin', really but they was
Now they look for the obligatory, nod and a handshake
Till they hardcore band gets robbed of its fan base
I don't even need to say it, there's only so much you can take
So check my man Gyro and the sounds that his hands make
[Sample: GZA]
I don't give a God damn
I don't give a God damn
I don't give a God damn all the shows you did
All the shows you did
How many rhymes you got
How many rhymes you got
How many rhymes you got
Or who knows you, kid
Or who knows you, kid
I don't give a God damn
