DZK - Mary-Kate & Ashley lyrics

The man rapping is Andrew Jackson I'm autographin' a**es and cameras are flashing Hands are clapping and the fans are grabbing At my damn a** so fast there's no reaction Quicken up the beat past the madness That's the dream I'm having When I'm pa**ed out asleep or napping That's the reason these labels ain't received the package From me, and that's the reason that I keep on pa**ing On people asking me to meet with half these Presidents and chief executives deep in cash If I needed stacks of f**ing cheese I'd crash The f**ing streets with crack, and just feed the rats And I wouldn't have to be the b**h to some white dude Who makes more money off my sh** than I do Who the f** would sign you All the rights to what I write Do I look like the type Who would hesitate to fight you? Bomb is whistling, the clock is ticking Watch defenceless, what I drop is hitting With the force to stop helicopter engines (Mayday, mayday, repeat, our propellers are not spinning) Need a picture to fit with the sh** I'm talking Envision Nagasaki victims Skinless walking with atomic sickness Limbs is dripping off em and they fall in ditches Twitching, sobbing And I'm the illest mother f**er you can hope to witness You're a joke to me. What the f** you smoking? Listen I'm the most vicious, sickening, foul And animalistic pig since GG Allin Who's running this show? Let's go Let 'em know the best flow is coming from the DC Metro CD's inject those we got next, yo' Micphones I wreck those, you got wet clothes When you first heard me surface, learn this: I'm kicking it once, sicker than scum Iller than what? Ripping and burning it up the sun in the middle of summer The bigger the lungs, the quicker the tongue It'll k** em the sicker the rhythm'll come To fill up the minutes and hit 'em with sudden riddles Among a hundred mental visual syllable intervals Spun with iller slum scribbles That come from minimal picked from minerals Dug from outta the earth mountains of dirt Challenge my work and malice occurs My callous inertias bound to disturb Your balance and turn ya round and just serve ya My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, serve ya My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, yeah I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me I said: I feel f**ing, I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me