Deezy-Meal Time
• Written by Deezy
Deezy's Notes
Deezy's First Single off of his upcoming EP, "The Cheaper Alternative" (WILL BE RERECORDED JUST FELT THE NEED TO AT LEAST ATTEMPT TO SPIT IT)
Houston be the fucking city, you a fuck nigga if you ain't from here.
Only fuck with 2 chainz, the sauce twinz, and Eminem.
Look up to my fucking idols like Christians do the fucking bible.
I'll run up on you with that double A, bust two shots then check your vitals.
Swerve off with my savages then roll up on the next lick.
Make him come up off the green, if he don't do it ima take his kids.
Put it out on world star so you know im serious about my shit.
If the opp niggas come catch me then best believe i'll plead the fifth.
Only get the best defense so you know a nigga gonna beat the case.
They hit with me with that not guilty then I pay the jury what I owe today.
If any nigga do testify, when its all done we'll remove your face.
Post it up on a stop sign so all the snitches shall know they place.
All we ask is you shut up, but he opened up so we did the same.
Got buried up at Law park by the ball park where the kiddies play.
Then his bitch started jockin me, got on her knees gave her a taste.
Bust my nut all in her mouth said "its meal time bitch say your grace."
Be posted up on my block with a glock cause I run the city, no amazing race.
Got a master card inside of my sock, cause the opp niggas always tryna chase.
Your time is up, little bitch, suck a dick, bitch I eat rappers, no chocolate cake.
Got bars to make C Wallace sound like a walrus, my styles flawless.
Yeah, getting slept on like a temperpedic.
I'm felling sick, distemper's heated.
Bars are fucking therapeutic, for all the fucking kids who need it.
Your lyrics cause fucking seizures.
Mine only ever bring relief, to these clowns in the coral reef.
Fish nigga, you get deep fried, grilled, or oven baked.
Vicious nigga, I'll annihilate your whole entire state increase the murder rate.
Suspicious nigga, is what I am of you phony rappers,
went from trappers to backpackers.
You niggas faker than movie actors.
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I am a villain, I don't kill these rappers they hang from the ceiling.
I don't have a ceiling, the sky is my limit, when I levitate I leave these dudes suspended.
All you dudes is finished, like a bowl of spinach, when this popeye gets it.
Supersoak your bitch, not even gonna hit just make her suck my dick.
Then tell the bitch to quit, get back into my shit then write some more lyrics.
Cheaper Alternative
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Deezy
Member since November 14 2013