Donnie Darko - d**h Merchants lyrics

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Donnie Darko - d**h Merchants lyrics

[Sutter Kain] Yeah, n***a Yo I know you n***as been waiting It's that Black Sunday sh** motherf**er [Verse 1: Donnie Darko] These n***as mad that Darko back Third album in five months b**h You can't top that I was bred in the ghetto So my heart all black First check off rap I went and bought me a strap n***as say "He getting soft" b**h I'm a leader I don't ask for respect b**h I ain't a [?] A little arrogant Young a** veteran n***as goin ape With they a** pay the settlement Never settlin' n***as back pedalin' Hip Hop sick and my flow is the medicine And you will never win Know who I'm better then Every body f** ya'll The game gonna let me in You got a weak flow We let the heat blow Shotgun shell its the size of an evo You a snitch You in spying the police co f** beats, I keep the beats in these streets yo [Verse 2: Skolla] My goons never tell, writers never worry Fake n***as is hyper, boss never yell As far as measuring, you welcome little retail Known to get it in, these n***as now like detail So what you talking about I know you heard of me The boy Skolla hype And I ain't have to say it verbally Nothing going down n***as moving up versing me Keep tongue hustling In order to get the word to me Your day to go was untimely n***a jump off I ain't seen him since he ran from illuminati You dumb f**s shoulda had better luck I be on top like I'm stuck I got the game lock, hand cuffed [Verse 3: Donnie Darko] Last time I said f** you pay me And lately yo pocket's been slim no shady All I do is get girls, have no babies I ain't f**ing crazy I'm just f**ing crazy And I'm never lazy I got mad work Beam em up the sky I got Captain Kirk I told Sutter Kain, Bless that southern name I only worry about the top No one else to aim I set the bar real high I'm the one to blame Your career is in the toilet Down the drain You runnin' with who You comin' for who While you think you coming for me I'm coming for you I spit it, I get it, I live it You n***as is slipping It's vivid the way that I spit it you n***as don't get it Its a whole new era Whole 'notha album The question is me and who wanna solve the problem b**h [Verse 4: Sutter Kain] I'm Sutter Kain b**h Range ain't sh** A little older, still f** your main b**h I'm a f**ing boss, I let her s** me off While I'm making beats, but never drinking off Old school .38 keep it on my waist Shoot you in the mouth and ask you how the bullet taste I'm a hood n***a. What you wanna do? f** fighting I'mma get the Nine and shoot I'm a fire motherf**er I'm a k** a booth So bullets to your brain is the f**ing truth I'll shot at your jaw Have you eatin' soup Shotgun to your coupe Knock off your roof I don't stress sh** I'm the best b**h Its the ghetto metal King on some next sh** Sutter Kain bring the pain on some tecs a bit Knife to your throat Watch you choke on yourself b**h. Mother f**er [Verse 5: Virtuoso] Whether you give me love or not No matter how tough you talk You sweeter than a muffin top Give your b**h a couple shots Watch my belt buckle drop Have her s** a co*k s**a stop, you ain't brought ya Glocks You making love to cops Sleeping with the enemy Big Bangin, Never So Deep Team of the century We're tearing ginas from murder Ma** to the Carolinas And have my sinuses burning gra** like a forrest fire I brimestone deployed it and had it dropping heavy Like a Led Zeppelin Got the world watching like the Royal Wedding I give you nightmares you wakin' up in soiled bedding This fire got me higher than the price of [?] Destroying shredding beheading deading these veterans He's gone let the Reverand in I'm everything they've ever been Devilish grin [?] Music makes me high When I flow you can feel the d** Permeating your system escaping hell on Earth The game has never been the same since Miguel was birth I does my dirt with Donnie Darko and Sutter Kain Virtuoso, Don't you ever forget the f**ing name You need a 100 rings to match wicks We running trains on the game Its Big Bang Hungry like a fat b**h Get your a** kicked Blasted spittin' out plastic I'll brash you to the d**h Plus attract something cla**ically Basterd Spastic Paraplegic At the art of war I'm very strategic I'm so raw they can barely believe it You ain't packin' you backin' I am very unemic Leave you buried in semen While your wife carried my semen Deep inside her ovaries Hoping she can birth a child dope as me Vocally I'm choking these rappers on the sh** they been talking You a dead man walking b**h, get in your coffin WHAT