A Few Boys - Duke Westlake Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: DC] Me losing doesn't make sense, like hashtags on Facebook All these rappers going down like the path that Myspace took I love the taste of victory, this game must be a great cook I'm getting girls that are fine, and I'm not talking a late book I'm back to the basics, whack rappers just face it I slap tracks in the face with a pack of rats from my basement My facts are your favorites, I'm pa**ing with A's 'Cause I just copy-and-paste and go to the lab and make amazing hits You think I'm a mess? Well, I think you're Amanda Bynes Try and find a rapper who can plan a line as grand as mine You rappers can go blow me, like I was Dan the dandelion I demand you understand I make thunder like Kevin Durant with time Go hard like water in a freezer If life's a movie, I'm sneaking Whoppers in the theater Following the leader while I'm brawling with the teacher Got a leg up on the comp while I'm slaughtering a femur [Verse 2: Walker M] Really though, who would wanna tussle with us? We be straight flexing brawn and muscles and stuff While we're puff-puff-pa**ing on a couple of blunts Soon enough, we'll be high as Carl and Russell in "Up" 'Cause eating cheese puffs and watching p**n are your hobbies So click Redtube and watch me score with your mommy While you're sitting on the floor, dick sore and you're sobbing I'll spit with the flow of Omi with the Orb of Tornami It's kinda obvious I'm bomb as a mosque is So if you wanna talk sh**, you gotta be cautious 'Cause either I be hot and obnoxious, or a prodigy If we're talking honestly, 'cause modesty's nonsense Hot chicks used to burn me like Bunsen did Then they'd come to senses and rush to bed Once I said, "I support women's rights 'Cause when I tear that a** up, they'll be nothing left" [Verse 3: DC] Now who don't know me? Ha, trick question That's a good one to keep all of ya'll guessing Now listen, take notes, and learn a lesson Find out when I'm around, why your girl's always undressing Everybody wants me, like 90's kids and Moon Shoes I'm erupting, like when Mt. St. Helens blew If you're messing with me, then you best beware, dude I'll leave you flipping out like Justin Bieber's old hairdo All my gear tailored, call me Miss Swift Other rappers get dismissed, disappearing like milk in Swiss Miss And we're narcissistic boys of business and mischief And get this - we use haters to fuel us like photosynthesis Hoes go loco when they hear the flow of DC Rapping 'til we're known and have shows on every TV I'm the one that people want, like Mario - you're Luigi You should know the chicken crossed the road to come and see me [Verse 4: Walker M] These rappers asked who we were; well they checked, now they're fearing us Our wit will leave this simpletons vexed and delirious These sick raps I throw give your boy a raspy throat 'Cause I got the nasty flow like you guessed it - a period, ugh Bet my lyrics might cause you to vomit So best be popping a lozenge while we're constantly mocking These "bombs you drop," they're all talk, like Saddam's And we the hip hop Jihad squad, call me Muhammad Or call me Bahamut, summoned to spit fire So put up your Bic lighters for love and fifth of Meister Shoving the victimizers, they're getting no sympathy Stick to nose-picking, 'cause f** it, I'm getting wiser Chicks are fickle, don't sit and mingle Flip the finger, don't stick to simple I be living the Suite Life, whipping a sweet ride Tipton in the seat while I shift the PRNDL