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naduzz & billy hughes a.k.a dj nigga - american rhapsody overture كلمات أغنية

dj n_gga on this beat (yuh, uh)
naduzz is back, y’all ‘ready know i smoke crack (h_ll yeah) (ha)
fourth of july, i told him, “why you lie?” (yeah)
he’s a kind of cool guy (yeah)
i hit him with my supply (yeah)
i’m a street pharmacist, put that on god (yeah, yeah)
i’ll f_ck her with my rod (yeah, yeah)
just like my name was todd (yeah, ooh)
f_cking beat the only thing im doing (yeah, ha ha)
egypt was left a ruin, yeah, after the six_days war (yeah)
my bars are hardcore (yeah)
dude, i’m like a fighter jet
its not about to hit, just yet (yeah)
gotta wait for the drop
i swear i’m not a cop (yeah)
okay, be ready for this drop
ain’t talkin’ ’bout the beat (yeah, yeah)
y’all ‘ready know my rhymes be heat (yeah, yeah)

i’m not a n_gga, but i still play basketball
i asked them all the drugs, they said, “all” (yeah)
b_tch, i took them all (yuh)
when i walked, i almost fall (yuh)
b_tch, i’m talkin’ ’bout the season, ain’t even got a reason (yeah, yeah)
about to be takin’ ap literature
she asked me, i said, “sure!” (yuh)
(it’s over. holy sh_t, that was actually a rap. did you hear it? wasn’t it good?)
(that was good)
naduzz, we’re back again, b_tch (haha, yuh)
i’m in the f_cking closet, yeah that’s right
i’m over here, ay, talkin’ ’bout my plight (yeah)
i’m rappin’ in this light (yeah)
just kidding, it’s kind of dark (ooh, yeah, yeah)
b_tch, i’m a member of the kkk (yeah)
all horses do is bray (yeah)
they always be neighing, just like i was saying (yeah)

i’m inside a f_cking closet, it’s pretty dark (yeah)
i’m not a narc
i do all the drugs
i don’t be tellin’
your fart i was smellin’ (yeah, yeah)
structure of a skeleton, call it keratin (yuh) (hair treatment) (yuh)
it gets your hair feeling real nice and smooth (yeah)
i’m in the booth (yeah)
i’m rappin’ like type, f_ck, its the fourth of july, got my right (yeah)
b_tch, i love america (yeah)
we’re kind of free (yeah)
i’m rhyming with glee, can’t you see (ooh)
across the sea of galilee (yeah)
talkin’ ’bout israel, the holy land
billy hughes was in a band
across your forehead was a strand of hair (yeah)
the color was ginger (yeah)
talkin’ ’bout gingers, not nìggers
not talkin’ ’bout black folks, they’re pretty f_cking white
from the ireland, b_tch, it wasn’t a trend
get the f_ck out of here
i’ll strike you, like a deer (yeah)
i’m a f_cking car with all my bars_uh (yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
f_cking zebras are black and white
they got all the right to do whatever the f_ck they want (yuh)
cop pulls over a zebra, he be like “yo, i don’t know if you’re white or light, yeah. just kidding your black, you f_cking nìgger, get on the ground before i blast you with my glock.” (yeah)
i’ll strike you with my c_ck (yeah, yeah, yeah)
just kidding i’m not a rapist, although i’m pretty cool
but rapists aren’t f_cking cool, so if i was a rapist, how could i be cool (yeah)
i don’t even f_cking drool, i’m always alert (yeah)
here to insert my d_ck in your b_tch, yeah that’s f_cking right
if you mess with me, you’ll end up in a ditch (yeah)
i’m not even offbeat, i’m just bringing f_cking heat (yeah)
i’m looking at a phone (yeah, umm)
my p_n_s is a bone (yeah, yeah)
i’m so f_cking hard, i’m so f_cking hard
just kidding, not right now

i’m gonna take a bow after this song is f_cking over
i got luck, just like a four_leaf clover (yeah, yeah)
technical difficulties, the mic f_cking came unplugged (yeah)
just bear with me please, i’ll strike you like some trees (yeah)
i’m drunk driving, crash into the forest (yeah)
k!ll a lot of people, oh listen sheeple (yeah)
stop following f_cking donald trump, he smells like a rump (yeah)
talkin’ ’bout b_tts, yeah that’s f_ckin’ f_cked
i don’t like, just kidding, i don’t like f_cking donald trump
he’s not a tuff n_gga, that’s right (yeah)
i’ll strike you like a rigga (yeah)
talkin’ ’bout people (haha)
went to a mayan temple (yeah)
earlied a shirdey, f_ck, ordered a shirley temple, sh_t’s good, sprite with cherry
it’s kind of a berry
i think it’s very good
very good in the f_ckin’ hood (yeah, yeah)
i’m doing pretty good
rubye barber, laying on the bed
rubye barber looks like a farter
she’s always fartin’
it always be smelling’ way behind her, just like a crop_duster
laying down the stink
talkin’ ’bout the planes movie, talkin’ ’bout my homie, dusty
pretty cool guy, he’s f_cking orange and he’s a f_cking plane because he’s not a guy (yeah)
he’s a plane, its not a lane
b_tch his attitude’s not f_cking tame (yeah)

i’m on this mic, its quite its, f_ck, night (yeah)
your b_tch imma smite
imma be like zeus with all his f_cking lightning (yeah)
rappin’ in the lightin’ (yeah)
drinking water, your dog doesn’t have a father (yeah)
he f_ckin’ died
they have a short lifespan
he died, but he ran (yeah)
ran from death, its pretty philosophical (yeah)
some ointment, call it topical (yeah, yeah)
that means you put it on your f_ckin’ skin
there’s no way the bacteria will win (yeah)
they’re gonna f_ckin’ die and you won’t need to cry (yeah)
i’m having my wisdom t__th removed (yeah, yeah)
the gas will make me soothed (yeah, yeah)

i’m gonna be all good, drinking this four loko (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
spanish, call mouth a boco (yeah, yeah)
just kidding, its f_cking boca
i don’t speak spanish (yeah, yeah, yeah)
even though my mom does but that’s kinda tuff because i’m cool (yeah)
y’all ‘ready know what i’m sayin’, like (yeah)
horses be brayin’
i already said that line (yeah, yeah)
life is sublime (yeah)
i might have said that one as well (yeah)
but down the stairs i fell (yeah)
i hit my f_ckin’ head (yeah)
i got left on read (yeah)

i ain’t right in the head sp_ce (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’ll shoot you like a trankcase (yeah)
f_ck, i meant to say crankcase, f_ck, my mouth not be cooperatin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
men in the ’50s, their wives were being berated (yeah, yeah)
f_cking berate them ’till they cry (yeah)
they didn’t even know why (yeah)
they’re not a f_cking good guy (yeah)
abuse their wife, it’s not pretty nice (yeah)
don’t abuse your wife
i don’t think that they appreciate it (yeah)
it’s pretty f_ckin’ mean
they’re gonna turn into a bean (yeah)
they’re not gonna let you fl!ck their bean (yeah)
no play, you’re gonna be getting
no play at all
you’re not gonna be on call (yeah)
you’re gonna be set to f_cking work (yeah)
no_one is gonna phone you (yeah)
yeah, just like you’re a f_cking jew (yeah)
f_cking greedy, i don’t even like them
they f_cking run the banks and f_cking bomb countries
even if they deserve to be bombed
they do it in a bad way
the media portrays them in a bad light
naduzz on that beat, yo
you already know what’s up, cuh
you already know what’s up, crodie, you already know
alright see you later crodies, love you

dj n_gga on that beat
two silicone boys were walkin’ outside
just kidding, his name was walter white (yeah)
he rapped in the plight (yeah)
he knew about blight (yeah)
walter white cooked methamphetamines (yeah)
what even the f_ck rhymes with methamphetamines (yeah, yeah)
anyways, talkin’ ’bout drugs
only use ’em if your thugs (yeah)
just kidding im a student (yeah)
my grades be prudent (yeah)
i’m gonna get into college
i’ve got all this knowledge
b_tch, i’m f_ckin’ jupiter
just kidding, they got stupid_er
talkin’ ’bout girls
they always be doin’ twirls
they are not smart, at all
just kidding, they’re on adderall (yeah)
on all of the drugs, not even, they’re thugs (yeah)
as i said, only students (yeah)
their grades need to be prudent (yeah)
all these mad expectations, what the f_ck are you gonna do: dalmatians

talkin’ ’bout dogs
they cause clogs sometimes with their f_cking sh_t
my dog always sh_tting on the f_cking pavement
it drives my crazy
i don’t even be brazy
that’s not even a word, i made it up (yeah, haha)
yeah, i drink vodka outta cup (yeah)
if you couldn’t tell im pretty f_ckin’ f_cked (yeah)
if you truck, you get trucked? (yeah?)
that last rhyme didn’t even make no sense (ooh, ooh)
what the f_ck rhymes with “sense” (oh)
i know, talkin’ ’bout the past, call that paste tense (yeah)
call me an english teacher the way i be a f_ckin’ little gay b_tch (yeah, yeah)
that teacher is a f_cking snitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
talkin’ ’bout my relationship situation (yeah, yeah)
she’s black like a haitian, call her a f_ckin’ nìgger
i got my finger on the trigger
point it at her f_ckin’ head
i wish she was f_ckin’ dead
(nìggers!)
i hope she dies, short ass b_tch
her and her (bleep!)
(oh)

we live yet again (haha)
yessir (oh, oh, oh, grrrr)
yo, what’s up?
y’all again, i’m really here, b_tch, startin’ a trend (yeah)
i’m crossed as f_ck, i can swim like a duck
oh sh_t, switch up the beat, yo
what that’s crazy, i’ve never heard this beat before
alright, crodie (oh, oh)
b_tch i’m from toronto, nah i’m just kidding (yeah)
with my microphone i be fiddlin’ (yeah)
don’t got adhd
i just can’t sit still like a tree (yeah)
i’m smokin’ on this tree
smokin’ a cigarette and drinkin’ a f_ckin four loko (yeah)
b_tch, chocolates made of cocoa
cocoa bean, y’all ‘ready know i don’t be sippin’ lean (yeah)
b_tch i’m not that f_ckin’ guy, i can put down the f_ckin’ cup
i drink soda, 7_up
it’s pretty f_cking good
i ain’t from the f_cking hood (yeah)
b_tch im from the_

oh sh_t, switch up again, oh nah
b_tch im from the f_ckin’ suburbs
call it the burbs, talkin’ ’bout ap human geography
call it f_ckin’ atrophy, muscular atrophy (yeah)
call it entropy, entropy of a system
those girls, imma rizz ’em
just kidding, they don’t want me
i’m not tall, yeah, like a tree, i guess?
not even tryna rhyme, but i’m not working
i’m not on the function, b_tch, i’m not on the function
i’m not even sober (yeah)
i don’t even know, i’m a coder (yeah, yeah)
i hate f_ckin’ c__, and i hate f_ckin’ java
talkin’ ’bout python, the best programming language (yeah, yeah)
caused me anguish (yeah, yeah)
coding’s kinda cool, sometimes, but otherwise it makes me wanna drool (yeah)
i don’t even wanna be in school (yeah)
b_tch i could graduate, i’d be pretty cool (yeah, yeah, yeah)

cuz of this heat, i’m kind of off beat (yeah, yeah)
this rap is a treat (yeah, yeah)
i’m rappin’ in this heat (yeah, yeah)
it’s like a treat (yeah, yeah)
listen to this rap (ooh)
you might think i be saying cr_p (yeah)
talkin’ ’bout cr_ppies the fish (yeah, yeah)
it’s my favourite dish (yeah, yeah)
put that b_tch in a sandwich (ooh, ooh)
talkin’ ’bout witches from minecraft (yeah, haha)
a freestyle can be a draft (yeah, yeah)
i don’t got a diary, call me anne frank (haha, yeah, yeah)
i’m just as fat as a f_cking tank (yeah)
just kidding, i’m only 170 pounds (yeah)
yeah, i’m going all these rounds (yeah)
i’m taking all these rounds (yeah)
so many shots that i’ve taken
my minds really been breakin’ (yeah)
i keep dropping the microphone
i don’t wanna be at home (yeah)

i’m rappin’ on this beat
looking at guitars, looking at the light (yeah, yeah)
it’s pretty f_ckin’ bright (yeah, yeah)
my futures pretty bright (yeah)
ooh, ooh, we’re back again (ooh, ooh)
hopin’ i go to college, sh_t is light (yeah)
my futures gonna be bright (yeah)
b_tch, i already said that
quit playing music over my track (yeah)
b_tch, you look like you’re f_ckin’ black

dj nìgger and naduzz, we’re back getting all huzz (yeah)
waitin’ for this freestyle to start, but it has
i’m from the f_ckin’ ass (yeah, yeah)
just kidding, i was born out of the v_g_n_ (yeah)
i’m not from china (yeah)
i can f_cking see
i’m not like a tree (yeah)
b_tch, just let me be (yeah)
sting me like a bee (ooh)
stings f_ckin’ hurt so please don’t that
call me cobain, call me kurt (yeah)
i’m the leader of a band
i’m full of f_ckin’ sand

get out of my closet, i’m rappin’ on this beat (yeah)
she take it like a treat (yeah)
i’m gonna f_ck you with my d_ck (yeah)
i’ll hit you with my stick (yeah)
you’ll wish you had a bic (yeah)
light up your cigarette (yeah)
b_tch my raps ain’t a threat (yeah)
imma f_ckin’ smack you down (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
make you look like a f_cking clown (yeah, yeah, yeah)
they’re gonna find you at the murder scene
beat to a pulp just like a f_cking bean (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t gonna be lookin’ like a f_cking queen (yeah, yeah)
you’re gonna be f_cking dead in a f_ckin’ puddle
all the evidence, i’m finna muddle
i’m not finna be caught (yeah, yeah)
your b_tch is a thot (yeah, yeah)
b_tch, this sh_t all a part of my plot (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

i got a f_ckin’ story, i got a f_ckin’ pledge
imma smack you with this wedge (yeah)
my allegiance you will pledge
f_ckin’ bow down
f_ckin’ bow down
to me, you look like a f_cking clown (yeah, yeah)
get on the ground (yeah)
stand up, you look like a f_cking b_tch
i be streaming, yeah that’s twitch
b_tch, i already had that bar
in a rap, i’m not finna go far (haha, yeah, yeah)
can see right through me, i’m pretty f_cking translucent
can’t even finish all my rhymes
my bars sometimes be crimes (yeah)
underage s_x, call it pedophilia (uh, uh)
i like f_ckin’ necrophilia
f_ckin’ dead bodies, yeah, it feels right (yeah)
when the police catch me, their lights be bright (yeah)
follow me on the f_cking road (oh, haha)
i’m nonverbal, like a f_cking toad (yeah, haha)
my fat raven kind of crowed (yeah)
talkin’ ’bout birds
i asked her, send me nerds
i really like candy
f_cking pop in my mouth, and then i’ll stick it down south (yeah)
yeah, then f_ck her v_g_n_, even if its from f_cking china
i don’t care if that’s sh_t crooked, it’s boutta be f_cked (yeah)
gonna f_ckin’ cum in it (yeah, yeah)

that’s pretty f_cking sick
i’m gonna f_ck her with my d_ck (yeah, haha, oh)
f_ck her in my room, f_ck in her in her room, f_ck her in the hotel bed
imma f_ck her wherever you want, my message will be read
your gonna see your sheets, they’re finna be painted red (yeah)
pop her hymen, p_ssy ass b_tch, you couldn’t even take her virginity (f_ck, f_ck)
i can’t even rhyme, like trinity (yeah, yeah)
boom
y’all ain’t even good f_ckin’ listeners
y’all can’t even understand all my f_ckin rhymes (yeah)
not all of them are crimes, goodbye
that’s naduzz on that beat
just kidding, naduzz bringing the heat
dj n_gga on the beat, yeah, for real
(was it good?)
(yeahhh)

- naduzz billy hughes a k a dj nigga

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