Danny Maroc, Cezinando, El Axel, Phats Tha Physician - Kick In The Door lyrics

I must be mad at you for
Holding the bars like Attica
I exist in 3 out of 4 homes like calibers
If you really think that you're
Better you really bent trust me, bitch
I know how to rob like 50 Cent
Verbally nice
Consider me the serpant of mice
When I die smoking herlbs with Christ
Phats, the feds is lovin' him
You seen this before?
How many people hear you rhyme and
End up shocked and appaled?
I mean I've been outshining what you
Niggas been doing for years
Face your fears cause I'm here
To stay like Birdman's tears
Fuck the peers that you run with
You butterfly bitches
What you think is a fly
Rhymer is just another lie, bitches
Like the arm of an heroin addict
I've been dope roll a gram then I hang with
My clan like Jim Crow
Kick in the door as I'm on the road to riches
The flow's malicious
Persuasive like Jehova's Witness
I know you're jealous
And you used to try and silence me
I evolve like a patient that got hepatitis C
This'll be the last time I
Get asked for a feature
Cause since bar 4 I've been
Hardcore through the speakers
I feel like robbing salt cause
There's drawers in my scope
These are shark infested waters
You gone need a bigger boat
My rap's fatal and I'm ripping it hard
Y'all simple and odd
I be having picnics with God
If you faggots think I'm playing then
Let's form a big circle
Call my weed Whoopi Gold cause
The color is purple

Ja, du sitter hjemme og griner
Vi jobber til vi svimer
De kan'ke touche oss men trøster seg med
Å late som de er pantomimer claimer skills
Det kreves mer enn at dritten rimer
Hvor var du da Danny snekra tape på 24 timer?
Hvem er du til å leke smart?
Bare la meg og gutta lage
Tracks og drekke hardt
Kona di blir enke snart
Senke farten, neh, tro'kke det
For jeg er snart der
Ferdig her og de legger ned
Blomster som på gravferd
Det e'kke bare litt shit
Når alt det kule ved deg er døvere enn
Hellen Keller og livet ditt er fiktivt
Fet fantasi, bro, feitere enn Cee-Lo
Damegamet ditt er er lik din wifey min ho
Dere ha'kke paid dues, en pack med gay dudes
Vi spiller show for fem siffer
Og no Grey Goose

If you're reigning on top, I reign in blood
The floor below hell, never made love
Blaze blunts as I pork a chick
Bestiality porn enthusiasts wouldn't
Support the shit
I'm 'posed to flip, you crossed off the grid
Stallone in Cliffhanger you lost your grip
I was born for this, you´re already gone
In Dannyboy hours 24
The force is getting ready
They say we're over the hill
Yeah, in the air doing 720
Switch Misty flips we're getting
Ready to land
Tipsy, which is very necessary to add
I'm looking for a secretary to bang
Kill pussy for the pet cemetary to have
Mess with us, fuck EQ!
We encourage you to have sex with us

Kongen av metaforer
Verbalt breial som en boler
Knekker koder I hodet som jeg var en dekoder
D, A, dobbel N, Y, verdt å legge spenn I
Legger opp linjer som gjør
En straight kar avhengig
Jeg spytter gull, mann
Så jeg vurderer og fikse meg en gulltann
De sier ''Danny, han er helt vill''
Min stil er så dødelig at
Jeg cruiser I en likbil
Laidback som en stressless
Legger et vers fet tekst
Slenger ut tracks, null stress
Hver eneste konsert får jeg mad cred
Emcees står igjen som tomser
For de føler seg rævkjørte som hysj
Hyper opp imaget ditt for litt fame
Men står igjen som Hallik Malik med no caine
Stilen er universal
Grunnen til at jeg signerte med Universal
Rima mine de er rimelig brutal
Får dine til å se som et lite rundt tall
Spytter metaforer mer enn normalt
Har verbalt større kjeft enn
Det Aylar har oralt
Så du trodde jeg var done? Huh, skjønner
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