Dez & Nobs Busit Lyrics

[Dez]
First you was waring on Samson 99
Now you emo-matic and rapping whiny rhymes
That plastic kinda hype like [?] combined with crying
You lack the mind to mast the craft that I design
The mastermind of kind of an asinine sublime
That'll make you blast your nine and scrap the math of 5 and dimes
Pantomime to blind siren to the death
You ain't seeing me in heaven even't heard of me yet
We can keep the beef how you prefer to be kept
This all depending on the level that the mercury get
In your murmuring lips is circly bitch
Like you just got yourself convicted on some perjury shit
So f*ck your Burberry kicks and your nursery flow
They'll pay good money to watch me murder you slow

Yo
So let the sharks bite an' the baccala sizzle Something smells fishy ock you're not official
You shoulda been shot in a wad of scott tissue
In the toilet got dropped by your pops and got pistol
In a 1984 keg party at a frat house
Instead your dad found your mom drunk passed out
So with the apple don't drop that far from the tree
Then the shell don't pop that far from the chamber
But if this shit was all up to me
I'd a met you on your first birthday with a coat hanger
From Bojang to Bodid to Bo Jackson
You wanna throw bones bitch you get your bones cracked
Like phone sex to intros to alto sax
Or wet Kotex in a Alpo sack
A shitload of yall getting mushy
When it comes down to it
My dogs will eat you