Lunar C - 2 Dogs lyrics

[Verse 1: 360] This is 60 in his element Spitting bars that don't mean sh**, they irrelevant f** around and dis the whole scene for the hell of it Maybe if I stop f**ing around, imma celibate (get it, c*nt!) The only rapper with a perfect score Yo, I've burnt so many bridges that I might as well burn some more I'm the fake friend you see and then shake hands, make plans with you and cancel before the day ends (ah, forgot I had plans, mate) It's really hard to make sense, I try to cash a raincheck and still haven't been paid yet I've been rapping in Pig Latin like adlays So when I say your ash tray, I really mean you're trash, mate Imma make a verse, make it work Your life's a joke like your date of birth, it's April 1st Your girl keep coming back Boomerang She 'bout that life All she wanna do is bang The only reason I shot for the stars I couldn't reach The only reason I'd land on an earth I couldn't see So having bad vision's a good look for me Cause if I wasn't half blind, here is where I wouldn't be [Verse 2: Lunar C] Okay, I'm back in my zone, your time's up, b**h I'll give you a right hook with the hand that I write hooks with Stay clear I'm here, your fam stressed If I decide to let your blood spill, I'll wipe the floor with you like a polite guest How come those I see trying to indirect is slightly bliss With the same people I see bomb licking and writhing dick We don't play top five, D.O.A Make the streets go crazy like free c**aine I'm from the U.K I don't say "lit" and I don't "turn up", too stoned to party If the spliffs lit, then I don't turn up They should call you the scat man cause everything you spit is nonsense They should call me the scat man cause I'm sh**ting on 'em Come to the clashes on joke sh** and still when they get roasted when I spin 'em like rotisserie chicken I just bagged an ounce and I'm about to let the Kraken out, I swear And I'm getting f**ed up like I'm at my Grandma's house The one and only, I'm the blueprint I'm sick of these average rappers stepping on my toes scuffing my new kicks I'm talking 'bout no one specific, but if the shoe fits You still couldn't walk a mile in it, p**y, I do this