Deezy-Who DEY

 

 

I'm a killer you can call me Ed Gein.

Luciferian lyrics, murder is my regime.

Bitch I'm killing you rappers, throwing you up in the trash.

Rap game is my candy.

Now you see there's no fear in my eyes, you fags should respect me.

Man these haters gone sweat me.

Don't knock on the door, bitch do not disturb, and don't text me.

I might be fucking Lexie.

I'm on a legendary status that's you bitches would never understand.

You fuck boys fight like Peter Pan, because all your shots will never land.

My confidence is so high its feeling that nobodies stopping me.

I'm ahead of the pack like an apex predator because no one else is topping me.

No LeBron no flop in me.

Nigga I'm hardcore, you bitches lame like soft porn.

What is you running yo mouth for?

I abhor, when bitch rappers talk about all the other shit they ain't pay for.

Like Kanye West stacking cash like the rest, while my paycheck I gotta slave for.

I'm a herbivore,

That must be because all you rappers like tulips.

Or one lip like Vizion, please excuse my rudeness.

How you gonna rap with the mic down your throat, goddamn nigga is you clueless?

Bet you niggas running round with your headphones clownin out shouting out who dis?

Being overlooked?

I ain't having that, nigga this the century of savage raps.

A nigga been rapping since similac.

And I'll be rapping til I get that Cadillac.

Its like I gotta stir controversy in every verse see.

Its like damn in a few more months I'll be celebrating my rap anniversary.

There's no hurting me,

Bitch your arms too short to box with a rap god.

Diss em in a track but they heads still nod.

Turn these "gods" into rap frauds.

Deezy with PSA for all of you listeners to-day.

Fuck Carl, Fuck Great, Fuck Hutch.

Got these niggas running round screaming Who DEY?

 

x2

(Rap game is surrounded by fakes who ain't got nothing to say.

When all of you whack rappers spit lyrics it makes me mother fucking sick.

And all of you fags seem to forgot about DEY.)