Dadzson - DissRespect lyrics

[Verse 1: Dadzson] Looking in the darkness, all I see is fake savages You are worth nothing, b**h, I am cannabis Believe in one, yet my flow is still blasphemous I'll hit you with my ego b**h, make it rain scandalous My flow original and hopeful, raaah, Lazarus You better pause and breathe b**h, you're gonna' need an ambulance I roll with the best, handedness antagonist Don't judge the way I spit, b**h I'll drop you in paralysis You can hardly stand up, yet you wanna reach the top Got Albo's with their guns up, RB Venom down my Glock All you think about is reputation and making your skin pop This is what I call da' detonation; burn in my GR-OP Get up and come eat combative green beret tactics Spray piss your life savings under your infested mattress I drew your mama naked; an oil painting on canvas She was so chuffed that she even tagged me in a f**ing status One on one, I'll fold you in quarters and eat you the f** up You are nothing without your flour like a plastic measuring cup The diameter of my dick is thicker than your crippled legs Just forget about rapping, homie' go and buy some bread! Man all these haters keep on chatting, keep on slating I'm stuck in a maze where my thoughts I'm annotating It's a f**ing miracle no way I am escaping I'm living extra terrestrial while you faint when you're masturbating All you talk about is beef, shut up and f**ing feed me! Don't forget the gravy cause without it, it's not easy What'd be helpful is some lettuce; I like it fresh and leafy Don't worry I got the French dressing to make me eat up freely I'm a s**y lyricist with a tongue to sharp too handle Eloquent bars allowing mysteries unravel Everything is in my big head, stored like a fortress in a castle You just babble away with nothing to say like a camel with no saddle! Talking about your wild experiences with females in your bed When you force them to get faded, b**hes crave to give you head Pubic Lice, AIDS and Chlamydia, is now there burden instead Your ruined their poor lives, turned their p**y Indian red Turned their p**y Indian red Turned their p**y Indian red "f** her right in the p**y" [Verse 2: Dadzson] If I sum you up, you're a skinny sicko, seeking s** I've got alliterative tekkers, and a pair of super specs They make me see sh**, visualise hypnotics; perplex And I do how it how I want it, no suspects in my projects I complicate my paper, so I can get more paper Mixing up the flavours so I can feed it to my weakest haters Lifestyle; dictator nature, I'll slit your throat with the rust of my razor! You two-faced like a cheap cheese grater, you, debater, Me, vindicator! [Hook: Dadzson] Disrespect, you know my clique too Thoreau Burn slow, sweet smoke, liquid fire flow! (x2) [Verse 3: Dadzson] It ain't' real no more, but I still master the artistry Cut the tension with my teeth through your arteries Bloody Timbs, loosened strings, running tirelessly No comprehension like an officer in Grand Larceny f** the scale, I'mma hit it up markedly Rep the panel like a motherf**ing varsity Die for my brothers but I'll k** any deservedly We play the game, take the game, fu*k courtesy You can tell I don't give a f** about the lyrics I could translate hieroglyphics and people would still act cynic I don't study Meta Physics but I am and I know I won't lift no motherf**ing spirits or your soul p**y, I live life capriciously I spit prolifically, cause I'm inhuman linguistically f** me up unwittingly, I'll shoot your mother unwillingly And I'll f** the bullet hole just to show you my humility!