Dead Vandals - DTTW lyrics

[Verse 1: LZ8] As I enter the void My physical body's forever destroyed Yo my spirit lives on forever This devilsome voice If ever there was one from the heavens deployed To leave you served like letters from lawyers (oy!) Just leave your b**hing at the message tone White noise rappers trying to step up to my metronome White boys spitting on they privilege Trying to get the most likes joining silly fads Yeah Imma let you go, your set was gross So f** your s**y hoes and getting dough sh** Acting tough but your raps are just not that ferocious I could wrap my f**in' tongue in knots and still spit it Supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus Even if I am [Chorus: LZ8] Dead to the world Heads in space I'm a shooting star Granting no wishes Dead to the world Heads in space I'm a shooting star Dead to the world [Verse 2: LZ8] So what I'm a fallen angel? Quit calling me satan I was more like cupid caught in the rain On the stormiest day of april An orphan who's only course of action to take was the walk of shame Ignored by my neighbours Locked in they basements And on the day that I escaped I let my hatred torch my way Then I tortured your favourites Fornicating the ghost that haunts my brain They hauled me away from forging your daughters name on her abortion authorization But I won't let her spawn my baby I'm lazy, born with an eight on my corpse Raised on the porch deformed in the face with disorders That more often than not Would have forced me to cause mayhem Madness in the back shed Pissing on the door Taking shrooms while the parent was on vacation Pissing on barbecues Picking apart my youth With a spliff and a cask of Coolabah to boot Lost like a spaceman Wandering off of the face of this flat planet I'm a shooting star but I grant no wishes for you [Chorus: LZ8] Dead to the world Head's in space I'm a shooting star Granting no wishes Dead to the world Head's in space I'm a shooting star Dead to the world [Outro: LZ8] I bazooka the constellations On the hostile invasion tip Rocking a stage when I spit Is like hocking a flame When the audience ravin sh**, talking to me then i'll hit you with constipation, b**h Me and hip-hop's a relationship you do not wanna play with So what if the songs I make are not on a popular playlist This is not for debate Imma be one of the greats Til then I am lost in space Wandering aimless I'm Dead to the world and My head's in space From my tomb to the moon I shoot for the stars The wish my carca** made can come true Make me famous!