DM3 - One Take DM3 Rap Contest Lyrics lyrics

DM3 on the track, if you couldn't tell And everybody hating cuz I'm hotter than the hell And you know I spit bars i'm not talking bout a cell So no I'm talking bout the sh** that I can spit and I can spell All the ladies bugging me like they want time They care about the money, they don't care about a rhyme Even to the girls who a ten like a dime Get it through your skull, DM3 is on a climb Haters coppin out, but I ain't talking federal So i'm looking at your bussin, and I wonder if it's credible So i'm running all the rapping, I am kinda like a general I'm chopping up the beats so it prolly use a medical Lol you think I need a breath? Thinking i'm the weak could be the reason for your d**h You might think you cool getting lit off meth But you fools are getting played like the play macbeth I know that I am better than all your stupid trickery You think that you are better but you're older than a hickory Will you blow up? Sorry that's a mystery But I'm sick and fricking tired of dealing with your misery Why you jelly? Cuz I'm cool You prolly just thirsty, give her a pool Honestly tho, you're a tool You the fuel to the fool, who will cause me to drool I run this sh**, no gas, no break Like anna mae, you eat that cake You jealous of the sh** I make Let It Bang Let It Bang Let It Bang One Take I'm spitting all the voodoo, and the fire going through you And you crying like a b**boo, kinda crazy like you cuckoo I'm the sh** like I am doodoo, maybe someone you could look to If you bawlin here's a tissue, this is just a hallabaloo Running like a bunny, while I'm making all the money And you tryna take it from me, if you try it will be bloody And I make my honey muddy, and she want it in her tummy But she looking kinda crummy, so I tell er get off me I know you mad that I didn't screw up I can rap, I can rhyme, so please shut up That should make em say wa**up Cuz I'm the sh**, no s**, no cup