D.Rho - Supernova lyrics

[Intro: Kole Spell] Yeah (laughs) Schuzzie Rekords [Verse 1: Kole Spell] Call me the dopest. Call me the illest Call the coroner, because you know I'm 'bout to k** this My rhymes' hard as liquor, and you know I'm 'bout to spill this Can I get in your panties, miss? Can you give me a handy b**h? This game is like a toilet, and all I do is sh** n' piss All you do is shoot and miss. I call rappers out But not right now, because this ain't no dis But catch me in a week, I should be finished with that hit-list Ain't nobody better than me Don't believe? Just wait and see Pa** the weed. Toss the keys Stoners driving, got it free I stole it from your momma she Don't mind me, cause she gets my D You f*ggots must have ovaries Because ya'll p**y out on me Now pa** this sh** to D.Rho-skii [Bridge] (laughs) Ahead of the game D.RHO-SKII!!! [Verse 2: D.Rho] Cold street, so you know I gotta keep the heat I got some keys on the low, just keep it low-key And I ain't playing for all you n***as that know me And I ain't never touched d**, I just smoke weed All my n***as po' lean, all I do is blow trees n***a, you know what I mean. D.Rho-skii a dope fiend And all ya'll rappers ain't sh** if you ain't got green Pocket full of dirty money, but the whip clean I'm the same lil' n***a, ain't sh** changed Just copped two chains with [?] grain New Smith and Wesson. Now handle wit grain You wanna test me like a teacher? Bullets bust ya brain I'll shoot ya choppa [?] I can't ice all these n***as. Just watch, no [?] Just sit back and load the Reugar k** yourself, the cause is probable n***a, I'm unstoppable. Now hit this sh**, M-Possible [Verse 3: M-Possible] I'm a G, IRL (huh?) That's why I took your G-I-R-L (f** you!) Because on me, there's higher wealth I kept it real, and that inspired sales. (sh**...) Prior well? I wasn't really admired. Hell They put me in a box. Left me like tired gel But I had fire spells to roast these f*ggots Whose goal was to make me in my entire, fail And well? I'm still hearing it Even though, I'm a real lyricist They hate cause I go full circle While they, just build pyramids (New World Order) They say I belong in an insane asylum "Look at this kid. It's like there's no brain inside him!" Cause I'm creating violence, oh and I'm making lives end Apparently, I ain't as fly as what you f*ggots can type in (f** ya'll!) I ain't really k**ing, but you haters make me k** myself laughing I'm so sick, they say I get ill, by well rapping. Till I fail at it Wield Michael's spaz pen, to fulfill my derailed actions (TURN IT UP!!!) Let's turn the tone up, I spit the flow such Rappers use to grab a hoe's bu*t In short, half of me's here to bone s*uts But it's so big, half of me is my bone It's expensive, so don't expect me to give no f**s! b**h! Don't judge, grown-up women s** both nuts Cause I blown up. Get it? Hold up Get a close-up of ya girl lickin' the glaze off my donuts People gonna cop the tape so much I end up on Oprah b**h! [Outro: Kole Spell] Schuzzie Rekords, b**h