DFWM Lyrics

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you bleed

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you bleed I Rap

Circles 'round- these

Circus clowns- with, surface sounds

From circumstances

Serpents are, now- certain now

De- serted found my listeners dissecting

They are surgeons now

Searching for Cersi's Pow

Er Surviving Suburban scouts

I'm, my own wave- I'm, surfing now

You know, I'm owed weight- I'm, deserving pounds

Planning your surplus service for this sir in town

Never ending simple circus so say "yes sir" now

You don't wanna fuck around, round for round

Shoot no rounds- roundahouse kick

Like Ronda Rousey 'roused in your girlfriend's mouth

Never bow out (ROOF)

Never hound at (YOU)

Never down count (TRUE)

Every fucker wanna swing, till they found out (WHO)

Talking mad shit and who Really down

For whatever better now than I've ever been knock you out light

As feathers know I'm out right just better…

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you bleed

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you bleed

Just talking to my reflection

I guess I forgot to mention

The problems I got with listenin'

I'm awkward when not persistent

My posture is off I sense it

Just jot in the composition

I'm hard on the competition

But soft when I'm lost in business

Like Papa Doc type of vision

Get knocked the fuck out at the finish

Always on top but not quite it shit

Coming up short but always spitting (It's like)

I wanna be the greatest but I'll never quite get there (All night)

I'll be better than average but never quite the heir (Alright)

You bought it man I was kidding

Women I've met em'

Slurping like seven eleven

Hurting you featherweight spitters

Cursing a censorship eff ya

Hurry I'm better than ever

You're seeing history ending

Perfect? Nah just sending best wishes

Hercules I'm getting to sickenin'

Man words are some deadly ass weapons

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat-

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you bleed

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you bleed

I don't, play no games- I'll be the, fuck out you-

Like an, 808- and I will, bust my tool-

I, pray the day come I don't, have to shoot-

But if you push me I swing this the, playground rules

Stomp ya not new to me

I'll drop ya for jewelry

And shot up your eulogy

My roster is too legit

With swasticas tattooed on these

Kami computer freaks

Who talk a lot of foolery

Online and through the streams

I get so many death threats- it's comedy to the tee

I should go and collect bets- it's honestly true money

Line up all enemies that said that- they wanted me to come swing

Let em' all battle it out just for the opportunity

I get so many death threats- it's comedy to the tee

I should go and collect bets- it's honestly true money

Line up all enemies that said that- they wanted me to come swing

Let em' all battle it out just for the opportunity

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you bleed

Don't fuck, With me

My glock, I squeeze

I pop the heat

I talk they scream

I walk, they flee

I got, the C.R.E.A.M

I knock, I swing

You drop you bleed