[Beat: "Devil in a New Dress" by Kanye West, produced by Bink!]
[Verse 1: Da$h]
Sinisters giving Manson literature to children
Thoughts of a youthful villain
Windows from floor to ceiling
Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication
Only paying my patience ‘cause I’m knowing hell is waiting
Still a shit talking
Blunt sparking, Henny bottle to the face type nigga
Take your momma on a date type nigga
Half a pint, I mean an eight my nigga
Straight Act’ bitch, I’m too throwed to react shit
The Black Jack measuring, Xannies and the sess green
Load up like a motherfucking chess team
You know him, it’s Dolla ho
Bitches blowing yada off the Ivory Coast
Having dinner on a lobster boat
I spit the shit to give Barack a poke
Give the cop a choke
Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke
Nigga, like the dope, like the dope nigga, like the yo yo
Like the dope, no hope for the weak
Four O’s in the cream whip, four hoes in the Jeep
Two cups ‘cause it’s only for me
You know, came up off of too many Narcos in ponchos shit
Dolla Darko, Backwood full of all gold
Opiates flowing to hope my heart go
Still jumping niggas after rap shows
Still rob a nigga if the cash low
Same nigga sleeping back in class yo
Miseducation getting bad doe
The government is like the fuckin Muppets
Obama just another fuckin puppet
You know it and you motherfuckers love it, what
Ain’t shit changed unless you do it my nigga
[Verse 1: Da$h]
Sinisters giving Manson literature to children
Thoughts of a youthful villain
Windows from floor to ceiling
Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication
Only paying my patience ‘cause I’m knowing hell is waiting
Still a shit talking
Blunt sparking, Henny bottle to the face type nigga
Take your momma on a date type nigga
Half a pint, I mean an eight my nigga
Straight Act’ bitch, I’m too throwed to react shit
The Black Jack measuring, Xannies and the sess green
Load up like a motherfucking chess team
You know him, it’s Dolla ho
Bitches blowing yada off the Ivory Coast
Having dinner on a lobster boat
I spit the shit to give Barack a poke
Give the cop a choke
Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke
Nigga, like the dope, like the dope nigga, like the yo yo
Like the dope, no hope for the weak
Four O’s in the cream whip, four hoes in the Jeep
Two cups ‘cause it’s only for me
You know, came up off of too many Narcos in ponchos shit
Dolla Darko, Backwood full of all gold
Opiates flowing to hope my heart go
Still jumping niggas after rap shows
Still rob a nigga if the cash low
Same nigga sleeping back in class yo
Miseducation getting bad doe
The government is like the fuckin Muppets
Obama just another fuckin puppet
You know it and you motherfuckers love it, what
Ain’t shit changed unless you do it my nigga
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