David Wise - Its Why I'm The Best lyrics

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David Wise - Its Why I'm The Best lyrics

Better fetch a blanket coz I'm as cold as ice I'm as good for you as spar selling golden rice I knew it would happen no need to roll the dice You need to get a grip so just hold a vice I got the new tips no need for old advice I keep repeating myself n***a I told you twice This is a piece of cake, I got the only slice - I thought this over and it took a while To see you give me a look or smile But you did neither so I just looked senile You ain't nothin' but a rookie child - You stepped outta line lemme help you out My rhymes are so sick that my health's in doubt Got the devilish flow, you'll think hell is out I ain't for sale so you can't sell me out I'll k** you now or should I do it later Screw the haters I blow sh** up like balloon inflators (no h*mo) Don't you know I got 3 balls in my nutsack As big as a rucksack But f** that - I'll score a hatrick with a fat chick only to find out her name was actually Patrick Now gradually that's sick Drive around in my 4 by 4 going door to door looking for 2 who*es or more to read them the laws I scrawled before I bawl them all - I'm the best at bowling, call me Kingpin You b**hes just buzzing, I'm still stinging My boat's winning, yours is sinking I'm the president of this sh**, call me Lincoln Stick a dick in your eye, I call it winking Your raps are rubbish coz yo breath is stinking I be drinking and I be thinking You just be retracting, I call it slinkying This is my promise, put yo pinky in If you ever wanna battle me b**h, just think again Final nail in the coffin, time to shut it I heard all your crap and its time to cut it If you mess with me you gonna get your bu*t kicked Get the cutters, I'm about to tear sh** up here f** salt in the wound, I'll give you a tumor In your funny bone coz I got a sense of humour You may think that its senseless to ya' But, ima need god to come and bless this fool here - Say your prayers, ask advice Got a healthy flow, sack a' rice You gon' need jesus, sacrifice Your head gon be infected, you'll come back with lice Flow is so mean, damn how does he keep it You just dust on the rap floor, and ima sweep it Low budget crap, I call it cheap sh** Stick a fork in it, what you s'possed to eat wit' - That is the menu and this is the main course My flow keeps going, just like a trained horse I go deep, just like Kain's voice f** with me and you'll get restrained coz.. (Its why I'm the best)