Dyaz the Bringer of Love n Peace - Started from the Applejuice-Flavoured Whipped Cream lyrics

[Verse 1: BBDS] Ayo, started from the bottom now we f**ing here Pumping A60's for a couple years Top down chrome spinning with a couple cherries See the wheels grinning it won't be a happy ending Like Kai I beat you with a swagga hatchet I smash pa** and dash you ain't got the cla** to match it I f** ratchets and I screw wrenches Motherf** ya bars I lift benches Takin all these pills, and I sweat untill I overdose Over roast that dutchie, in a haze untill I comatose At the top, girl getting hair pulled in the airport Gettin head while headin to headport, don't get it on my airforce Roll that l like it's a cool j with some newports Drop it and it flips in the whip like it's new torque Bout time to finish while I'm on top BBDS, Lem, Dyaz, and Lil Pio representin for the top spot Oh yea, and Scopey too [Hook: Dat bish] As the izms ignite And set fire and light To the heat of the fight We fight 4 lyfeee [Verse 2: Lemson] If I die today remember me like Chris Dorner Popped a molly and sweating in a corner All my bars are crazy, Xanax Still got Anne Frank hiding in my annex Now that's what I call edgy volume 3 bumpin in your truck I beat da p**y up up up up Take her back to the crib, it's goin down Warm her up then watch the new season of Cougartown Her p**y's got some moldy cheese on it but I don't care Go down and eat that sh**, don't even gasp for air Started from the bottom, now we here f**ing b**hes with pubes lookin like Dennis Rodman's hair [Hook] [Verse 3: M'Balls] I'm hip like the sh** you replaced - true story My verses are Lil B, they're truly based - on a true story I'm different like 2 Chainz, stay trippy like Juicy, mane Namedropping like I'm the new Game, gifted like Mark Twain I present you peasants my presence when I be rapping I prevent the intent of resent when I be napping Started from the bottom like Kim Kardashian Got my mind on my money, guess I'm fundamental My mind encircling always, guess I'm environmental Hung out with Holly for a day, now that's what I call a holiday ''Got them all popping & sweating'', now that's what Molly say Apple juice and hookers, that's that sh** we be about So why don't you b**hes just s** me balls: semen sprout [Hook] [Verse 4: Jason D. Morris] Hello there; welcome to the Rapgenius enterprise Home of the most obscure pairs of little eyes They want to play a little Frisbee with the uppercla**men But they too hung up on bashing each other's reaction Crack the mandible, split solar cycles Comprehend the impact of rubber rifles Go ahead and whistle while you work (right) Go ahead and twist while you burn (right) Go ahead and beg for the quick repeaters Because those prayers are easily defeated Quickly remembered as a failed attempt These poor little souls keep dancing on beads Disregard the koolaid, Applejuice-Flavoured Whipped Cream f** these new additions, they can't even match the theme! [Hook] [Bridge: Dat bish] Clouds that reign from the moon... The ones that fade as far as Mars... Have struck the Earth way too soon... They promised us numerous scars... But all they've done is destroy... The caged location we call Earth... What if it was just a decoy... And this was only the birth... Of what's coming... [Verse 5: Dyaz] Capitalizing the who? Capitalizing the what? The spirit that remains on the planet no matter the uncut Cause the raw bring the heart, the raw bring the soul That strikes down on Earth and represent the endless cold Making us realize the evolution of the nomenklatura That represents the opera sung by our lovely chak-u-ras The fire inhaled by anthropomorphic sulfur bunnies Shows the blizzard reflecting my sunny... honey... [Hook]