360, Lunar C - 2 Dogs lyrics
[360, Lunar C - 2 Dogs lyrics]
This is 60 in his element
Spitting bars that don't mean shit
They irrelevant
Fuck around and dis the whole scene
For the hell of it
Maybe if I stop fucking around, I'ma celibate
(get it, cunt)
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
I'ma make a verse, make it work
Your life's a joke like your date
Of birth is April first
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 landed on
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
Okay, I'm back in my zone, your time's up
Bitch i'll give you a right hook with the
Hand that I write hooks with
Stay clear of me If I am 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 and slightly bliss
Are the same people I see
Bum licking and riding dick?
We don't play top five, DOA
Make the streets go crazy like free cocaine
I'm from the UK
I don't say "lit" and I don't "turn up"
Too stoned to party
If the spliff's 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 shitting on 'em
Come to the clashes on joke
Shit 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 fucked 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 fit's
You still couldn't walk a mile in it, pussy
I do this
Spitting bars that don't mean shit
They irrelevant
Fuck around and dis the whole scene
For the hell of it
Maybe if I stop fucking around, I'ma celibate
(get it, cunt)
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
I'ma make a verse, make it work
Your life's a joke like your date
Of birth is April first
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 landed on
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
Okay, I'm back in my zone, your time's up
Bitch i'll give you a right hook with the
Hand that I write hooks with
Stay clear of me If I am 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 and slightly bliss
Are the same people I see
Bum licking and riding dick?
We don't play top five, DOA
Make the streets go crazy like free cocaine
I'm from the UK
I don't say "lit" and I don't "turn up"
Too stoned to party
If the spliff's 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 shitting on 'em
Come to the clashes on joke
Shit 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 fucked 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 fit's
You still couldn't walk a mile in it, pussy
I do this