The Mess - d**h Race lyrics

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The Mess - d**h Race lyrics

(HookX2) Rip it like a d**h race Taint it like a d**h race Hose em all the sides let me Every silly heavyweight D-d-d-d d**h race,d-d-d d**h race D-d d**h, d**h race, dashing in the d**h race (Verse 1) Ladies and gentleman tie your seat belts Coz the plane is about to take off From a lonely island, drowned in shallowness Word to the public, prick off Ain't a boeing but an HTV2, didn't lose Contact with the beat, dead on Heard em sayin before you quit the game Mess please get rid of em Tryna be the litle bit quicker spittle kicker Coz I'm feeling like I'm sliding with a wave of Twenty meters like a keeler see the cheater Gettin sweeter in their eyes, what a greezer Let em know who's the leader on the field, keep em eager To what's gonna ring in next, at the drop of my hat Let em know the fray begin, tryna get a chance to grin But I won't give em that, not a tenth of a sec To see the lance in the veins Fly the sky, droppin em, some of them in Japan And the others in Spain, gotta wanna reach an aim Never care what your name, ho better have a sense of shame When a dean's sputum's stoner 63 Living in an itty bitty inner city, grow soft With ditty sh**ty greens, lookin for somewhere to blow Gotta carry many holes, keeping nuts on the road And the twiggy piggy ladies aren't ready To get me as a beau But I'm not a joe blow, they get the flock outta hell There's a missle comin raw, we get it on, it's veyron Super sport and we roll, just like you should never Allow us tongues, so I don't really care about a n***a tryna dig it Better bring it not to skip it Jigga bees we're the chillers cut the thicker Bigger rigor let the snicker be your figure I ain't a tricker, ask a sniffer get the memo Gon be long memoranda (Hook) (Verse 2) Now he's in the skyscraper Beating the beat like a kung fu Panda Draggin down ears like a hundo gamma Oh, now what's wrong Grand-ma Many times I said that I can't dance samba Never knew where the heck u can buy a plasma I'll tidy up my room and the John's on your leftside We'll later play red and green lights, coz I'm Spittin out speedin up, syrup Added on, Do you wanna slow down and bounce Do you wanna mix it up Like a walk on the moon Make it kinda cartoon And the rude become a b**b Puttin slow motion on the motherf**in dude Damn how he looks so glued Hahahahah, come on Don't be spooked coz I'm gonna turn it up anyway Bring it back like I'm on the Carinae Sounds like a porteguese, never mind enjoy the sh** And always give a damn about what a loony gotta say Pretendin like it was the song that you may Hear know what I'm sayin, no you don't So shut up be just like a madman on scag Let your hair to the air You never know what's gonna break Matterfact, distract homeboy Rejoice, on en est we're on Inside my horse cab, stimulated to blood As Achilles from Troy and the triumph for sure So be happy as a Larry Sandboy Wanna wonder bout my shift in a war Well I usually wet em all with a kalashnikov In a definite, delicate seconds and equivalent Balls, 47 on the same amount of men with bulletholes (Hook)