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d1c3 - psa كلمات أغنية

my fellow americans
i interrupt this broadcast to inform you
that the extremely dangerous artist known as “d1c3”
has made communication
we have all reached a very dark time
because we cannot face a threat this massive
our defenses are unable to stop his sk!ll that is far too great
and his p_n_s that is far too large

yo—y’all must be stupid
who the f_ck do my shoes fit?
why do you corny rappers talk sh_t, then follow my blueprint?
follow my every movement, you must all walk in my shoe print
it’s hard to bother with haters, thеn father them and not lose it

control it, and not gеt mad
no matter how many bad
rappers crawl out the depths of their mother and father’s pads

i been playing keepy_uppy with rap, while i play your mom and your dad
i’m like a wolf among puppies—it’s f_cking sad

you idiots got a way of making me wanna take ya
and break ya noggin away from your body
so mock or dare me to tear ya, ’cause i don’t care—
the problem isn’t your hair, or what you wear
it’s that you suck, and you don’t even f_cking care

so let’s see what you’re afraid of
this obviously ain’t your day, your
not in a hot position, i’m locked in—so be aware
that this coffin case is the place you will lay in
when i relay my array of missiles
and shake you simples like the macarena
so stay in your f_ckin’ place or—i’ma put you in it
yo, you see that hole? good—i’ma push you in it

take your face, and your sh_tty music, and i’ll mush you in it
keep on boiling my f_ckin’ water—i’ma cook you in it!

and benzino—you must’ve been talking sh_t to yourself
in your comments, like i was scared of a senior citizen elf

saying you’re gonna smack me? dawg, you’re a f_cking midget
i’d sit you up on the shelf—but your albums already fill it

hit me? who the f_ck you disrespect or diss?
when you’re b_tch, and you fish for kids on your list that you think will check

all the corny sh_t you spit, and you wish for a dish of cred
send a diss, i’ll grip your head—’cause you ain’t got an inch of neck
this b_tch—tryna be relevant, boiled expired beef
dissing royce da 5’9’’, when you’re roids da 5’3’’

constantly doing silly sh_t, homie you’re not nice
that’s why you and this industry always bottom out—like ice spice

mean as you make me, hate me, it only pays me
and how do you “never play me” when you keep blowing me daily?

you motherf_ckers compare me, then summon me like you like me
hit me? you gotta take my d_ck out of your mouth to fight me

yo—i’m the titan that flew up, you’re the titan that blew up
tried to dive in, but screwed up—cut your mic and don’t queue up

make me violent, i’ll strike you, hype it and heighten my views up
piping a line of beats in a cypher—pardon my blue nuts

i’ma put it all on the line

i’m loaded up—hit them one at a time
i said good night, and goodbye
search the rubble for the people you find
i told them think, ’cause there’s no way to rewind

you corny f_ckers got too much you want to say
lord, give me a sign—
and i’ma take the leash off of my mind
grab the mic and light it up
nothing to lose when i’m still counting up dimes
and i’m just growing stronger into my prime

- d1c3

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