Death By Dubbz Lyrics

Born in 1991 I

Can tell you what It feels like to survive the end of the worl like a bunch of times ... Only Just reached like 31 and i now think making money is having fun .

Wubba lubba dub

Kill a nigga with his sub

Make these bitches fucking cum

With nothing but a rub

And the music was in love

With the preacher in his club

Send a nigga up to heaven

or to hell with this slug

3.14159 in the sky it's like I'm high

When I bake this ain't a cake you can gaurantee it's pie

Fibonacci in the sequence

Formula is more than decent

People realler in this precint

Zone I'm ins gotta win

When the geniuses grin

Eureka I found the links

MF doom and mad villain

And some Dexter in the ting

For dexterities sake

I been flipping not In gym

That's on beat and for the cash

Yer I make it fucking crash

Like the Krieger who attacks

On the mass and in the packs

I even pop up like a rash

And have you scratching at your back

And you ain't getting nothing back

Till you picking up the slack

I have these ops all strung up

Like a rocks stars guitar

heavy metal

In the bezzel

Couldn't hold that shit too level

In the hood we go for stipes

We ain't brandishing no medals

Wubba lubba dub

Kill a nigga with his sub

Make these bitches fucking cum

With nothing but a rub

And the music was in love

With the preacher in his club

Send a nigga up to heaven

Or to hell with this slug

See these vocal chords turn molucles neural connections

Transmitting these thoughts in reflective reflections

So eardrums detecting the sounds of perfection

I state truer fact when in fact nothings capped

Including damages we do when we rolling as a pack

Evolution of the Mac as Im turning on the track

Running circles round these wacks

See the reach of my arms ain't just physical

Mystical digital pivotal -

Articulating more till I emerged at the pinnacle

Digressing in this lesson

As the pro, he is proffessing

Though the scene sufferes congestion

I got of the wall shit

In th studio always working

Strange men from the woods

Buying crypto always lurking

For my Ghetto dissertation

I offer information migration to the nation

Pouring libation to the hooded aparrion

Who insisting one day well be one of them as they were of us