Pryde - MC Showcase 2011 - D-Pryde (CALLING OUT DUMBFOUNDEAD) lyrics

D-Pryde Mars Mixtape June 3rd I'm the delayer of cyphers but I'm still in this unit Can't swear, but to this beat I'm feeling criminalish It's been weeks since I have been call out, and My response to ya'll wantin' my verse is that I'm busy, stupid Not known to pack a millie Or rap bout a** and titties But back to rip, so understand my swags will slap you silly Click, clack get back with this lyric, getting laughed at Grab your spine and watch you chase me like Prizzy just give it back already You want professional circus acts, just can't breath You trying to balance your chances, you're on a trapeze I get a lot of unnecessary hate from dumb teenagers They hate me like Justin Bieber and acne To justify your hate and all your challenges Acne could go away, and Justin Bieber is talented So please don't fake it, for the record, you know I just proved that all your hate is inevitable You try to bother me, obviously, I be rocking beats Probably, on your mom and she's body rocking up on my D Raunchy, please, I'm a monster We know you are a imposter I'm colossal, a hawk, and you turkeys are feeling gobbly They want to know what D stands for in my name I'd gladly tell you before you think that my minds change I'm devilish, daring, determine, dirty, derange Disintegrating, douches, dumb-a**es, demons, detain Dummies don't damage, I'm doing dues on my dollars be I'm stumped from this last one... Deuteronomy You understand that D-Pryde is a D-Prophecy You hate it, now I made it, lil s**as I want apologizes I don't know your name but excuse my wits But you just gotta know the truth And I got to admit, Prizzy-Pryde is the ish When you make it I'mma say no Get low on the record, you and me Go compare the Flintstones to the Jetsons Boy, I'm known for sick credentials, a terrorist You might they just resurrected Osama to k** this instrumental The Neil Harris in this game, boy, it's scary cause I'm legend.... Dary You probably sitting at home, like, "why did he do that?" Cus my silence is equal to any one of your cool raps You ain't one'd up, lil homie, you're "two" wack My styles outta line and I got owls like "who that?" I'm so nasty and best to bashing you pansies I'm pa**ing your a**es fastly I'm past collateral damage And savage, commander smashin' And ma'am and I need an asprin I'm laughing, cause it didn't change my health at all All hell will fall when I die I be scary when I rhyme You can't see me, like seeing Wesley Snipes in the night time I pa** this to one proud head This one is now fresh I'd like to call out, Dumb... Foun... Dead [Outro] D-Pryde, Mars Mix Tape June 3d. (June 3rd~)