DPMO

What do I strongly believe in?

That's long man I'm grieving

I don't think you should disturb people with rececently deceased kin

This isn't the beginning of me speaking

Nah this isn't a greive rap

Jus inputting some feedback

You need that when everyday you see raps

Say some shit and people believe that?

I'll leave that

Don't lie to the gs that

Heed ya words

Its very important to put the people first

Try a good deed it works

To feel my rap you don't need to hurt

You just have to understand what life is worth

I don't know why these faggots wanna ride the curbs

But run and breakdown whenever death occurs

This is my job there ain't no stress at work

I feel for the man that sits at a desk at work,

I do my job while I cotch and bless the herb.

But back on topic

Can't stand these cunts that lie and get stuff from it

Honest it makes me vomit

You go it it Wallace and ya mateys gromit

You ain't a gun clapper

You just a dumb rapper

Yeah you might play in clubs

But you've betrayed your trust

Let asray by lust of material stuff,

You might think that I huff and puff like ohh the struggle is tough,

But that's just my rap skills doubling up,

I feel like a fryer bubbling up,

So hot I scold whoever I touch,

And fuck all the relatives who ain't getting in touch

When they could be ya crutch

How many bars now this should be enough,

One more fuxk the people who just wishing on luck

Sipping a cup living it up not giving a fuck

They'll get a visit from us,

Seven of us

Hidden in a truck,

Thata for thinking you were too sick,

Acting like you don't know what a lose is,

News bitch I could take out ya dons just by puking,

I'm the new king

But I stay humble

Never laugh when another man takes a tumble,

Coz it could be me who fades to fuck all.

Fuck your joke raps I do this for the man with no fam

Jotting on a notepad with no plans

Maybe he can try and flip coke grams

But round here theres to many 5 0 vans

I can rap I know that but blud I get so mad

When shit gets thrown back by these pricks that ain't wrote jack,

That's why I'm acting manic and I'm vexed,

No time for vanity, I'm stressed,

My whole familiys, depressed,

Am I cursed am I blessed

Always been the worst never best

Do I deserve what I get

Did I earn all the threats,

Dawg you house can burn then I'll hop the fence,

All your kids are struggling,

To open the door they're locked right in

That's my fucked up lifestyle

The happiest I get is a contrived wry smile,

Its been a while now,

I been flying bout,

Tryna get high in a drought,

Focused on rhyming aloud

Like roaches these 'poets' they're dying out

Coz I've been about

Washing out there mouths,

With sawdust and talc.