DIzzy Dame - 100 Bars lyrics

A hundred bars, but will it take me so far? To where y'all can start to call me the "Author of Art" To where I tear the beat apart, or be ignored like before It doesn't matter any way, I'm still the rawest of all My pen is leaking out; someone get a pad so I can ease the amounts So I don't have to k** every track like it's my last rap I'm putting out We're no way where near the end, but sh**, the way that I come about I'm drowning pounds of rappers from the waterspout that comes out my mouth I k** what anybody loves; Dame is so raw The way I'm murdering mics, I'm in a world where there's no laws When I flow hard, your words are lost, so you sit down and don't talk If you got sh** to say, jot it down and send me a postcard Or an email; I'll make sure to read every word that you wrote me And reply back with a middle finger and an evil emoji Ho' please, your mama taught you better when she was coaching She said not to f** with the biggest dick; you'll be hurting for weeks Everybody's on my lame list 'cause of the same shtick How can you try to dirty up my name when you ain't sh**? Whoever f**s with me needs better taste than Banquet Cheap meals come with weak flavors, leaving your lyrics tasteless Pa** me the pepper; I'm tempted to make them sneeze So they can have a moment of what it feels like if they were me Step all you want, but I guarantee you'll catch cold feet Then freeze deep, and turn a runny nostril to nose bleeds I'm raw, so ill that you'll turn into a clone And start mocking all of my words so you'll get to say what I wrote So ill, I make people sick with these lines with constant rhyming Demolishing topics; I'm a top pick; a chosen God in this Not to get religious, but goddamn this ain't no Gospel sh** It's "blosphemous"; took the thrown from the pipe and remained anonymous Not to put God in this, but I got to cop a demonic twist My name is Damien, how more demonic can my rhyming get? I'm known as the Omen; I'll own up and become the craziest With a sinister persona so I have people think I'm an atheist I don't express religion, so I guess that means I'm a satanist I'm dangerous, like I'll on dark entities to possess your brain and sh** Who is this? Man, I'm D-A-M-E Fakes are hatin', but what are real n***a's seein' in me? They see a kid tryna' strive to be the best he can be And be the best emcee you'll ever see on a TV screen People laugh at my name, thinking they can discourage Dame Claimin' it's a word for a hot chick that they wanna' bang Dame is a word that defines me and what I became D-A-M-E: Dominate And Murder Everything Some say that VMG can go much harder than this; we're as hard as it gets We're the youngest to take charge of this b**h Some say I don't fit in 'cause of my marketing twist These retarded comments; I'm part of the cause that started the sh** A hundred bars a song would have you calling it quits Ball up a fist, cause for you, this is a brawl to the d**h And I'm slaughterin' quick; no time for you to toss up a lick If everything I say is hateful, it's gon' painfully hit I'm crazy and sick; my effects on a scale reaches a ten I'm evil within; red eyes with a devilish grin Horns on my head, and a pitchfork that I'm stabbing you with Right to the chin if you ever yap your jaws once again b**h, I'm too far ahead to back up and start jumping in And join these f*ggots with this mainstream bullsh** I much resent You're rawless, and I'm the rawest; regardless of all the gossip I'm my worst critic, so middle fingers to your comments I vomit; every word you spit it makes me naucious The nonsense you put on the table ain't enough to pot in I'm plottin' against any rappers who thinks they're hot sh** When they're only frozen piss and use the icicles to jot with I'm too sick to call myself healthy sh**, I used to have hair, now it's fallin' out because I stress me Now all these n***a's lookin' d**hly Because I'm livin' a dream that they wanted, and they can never be I didn't make it yet, but sh**, that's prolly' for the best Because I'd rip up every single paper that they put on my desk Throw it at their face, and say I have no interest I'm comfortable with VMG, so it's my place to rest Let em' know I meant every word that I said I kept it real from the jump; I ain't changin' so I can make some bread And hype a crowd in the section where rap is dead And write down some simple bars about women and how they gave me head I'd rather say how Dame is the best rapper And how nobody can top him if they were standin' on step ladders Five-foot-five, but I'm standin' taller than all you ba*tards Mentally I'm stompin' you n***a's like ant-smashers Physically, you f**in' with Dame and you can't smash em' I'll take bats and crack em' across your f**in' head like my name's Jackie They're ain't no dodgin' shots that I pop when I'm comin' at you Achoo, I'm catchin' a cold from the sick rap flu A new generation is comin'; you're past-due At last dude, now real n***a's finally gettin' a chance too Now sit back and relax; soak up the bad news While I'm attackin' tunes without tryin'; I'm that smooth I'm an alchemist; nobody's catchin' these phrases; I phase em' An illuminated rap artist; I must be a mason Naw, I'm amazing; every time I rap, my balls are raisins Cause I scare myself sometimes with the rhymes I write on these pages Stay in shock; man, I'll tarnish your f**ing axon Blood leakin' out of my pen like I'm using Giovanna's tampon I don't plow, man, I drill holes in your girl's brain So when you're tellin' her that you love her, she's thinkin' about a Dame A pimp of this rap game; it's all mine, and I'm not gon' share I'm so far up inside this b**h, ain't no place for a spot to spare Even when I'm older, I'll be rappin' in my rockin' chair This is my last bar, and I'm f**in tired; I'm outta' here Shout out VMG, Glory Hoggers