Wreck Link of Feed- viewtopic.php?f=24&t=147150
Mr. DGAF Link of Feed- viewtopic.php?f=24&t=147039&p=1950930#p1950930
Beat- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_WmxusVmhg
(Intro- .13 seconds)
Oh (x8)
(Verse 1- Wreck- @ .27 seconds)
We got enough missiles here to say "fuck pistols"
A trunk full of a bunch of nickles, uhh DGAF, this'll
be enough to shit on their "pennies for your thoughts" quote
Stick some in a few cough drops, yeah that'll make your boss choke
When she's drivin, call my cock "Ford"- cause it'll make her go off-road
Pry the dick in Mariah, call me Richard Pryor- I'm off Coke
I told the bitch isn't it a "gag (joke)," tied her up & said we need to bond more
Stab the law enforce-ment, inside of the building's concourse, indeed
Then I Grabbed the rifle from the Eagles QB Ron Jaworsk-i
High as fuck, on some morphine, can you give me more please?
Get the punch bitch? I told her I'd untie her if she got the joke there
She mumbled "I Don't Care" like Show Tufli, so I lit a smoke in her hair
then proceeded to let it out, & burned the cig on her head
Bitch, I'm an Irish motherfucker, one more jig & I'm dead
She finally gave up, I was tired, so I said he's the Polish rifle
told her to hold this mic 'til, I roll up in the motorcycle
Fireworks here, fuck Drake, this is the TR Shade crew
this is boot camp bitch, I tied her back up, now are you ready for day 2?
(Chorus x2- Wreck- at 1:19)
Fireworks light up the sky
Man I'm so fuckin high
Lyricism, it's so cut & dry
We haven't blown up yet, I wonder why
Smoke in the air, it's been raining since
Ding Ding ding, there's the bell, time for the main event
Your flow's gayer than Clay Aiken's sex
DGAF & Wreck, the best? Yes, they can check.
(Verse 2- Mr. DGAF- at 1:45)
Fuck a firework -- I'm launching cuban missile crisis 2
You should listen while I do this, use precision writing through
A slew of different rhyming tools fused with instant timing too
Through precision I can move through and switch up my groove
Then I vibe, maneuver to throw a wrench in this game
Sick insane using pens as an aid, winning this race,
Instruments played while I pick up the pace
Demented brain, no sense in saying if he's mentally sane
Spitting writtens get's you instantly drained
His mission's plain, no time for breathing, just go
If I say you're flow is clean I probably mean it's a joke
I'm teasing though, the king of cults, now I'm leading the ones
Speaking in tounges, message evil cause I'm seeking some blood
Possessing people, turning heads like I'm the Exorcist
The devils kid from hell I'm sent to heaven with
Eleven kids that never quit to sever shit, not wrong to say
I'm sick as hell with thoughts deranged
From sickle cell and often say some shit that fails to stop the pain
So listen well and jot your name, I'll figure where to stock complaints
In wishing wells with drops of rain that build but there's a fault in saying
It would bail and fall with age 'cause then I'd sail the thoughts of hate
In ships compared to yachts or planes, I've got a name
But lost it in Minaj's A, S.S. like the captain
Skipper stripping down the magic mic for rapping
Stick to slacking if you think you'll catch me, wait a sec
My brain's a mess from craziness I gaze at wreck,
No place to rest inside the danger, yes I know it now
The ground opens, the hole is round, I slow it down
Shit, I get figured once I started rapping it would open me
But nothing seems to want to lead me to who I'm supposed to be
I'm focused and intent on knowing who I am
My foolish plans have lead me to this useless land
I hope I've found the only thing to tell me who I really was
But if I didn't frankly it's okay, cause I don't give a fuck.
(Chorus x2- Wreck- at 2:38)
Fireworks light up the sky
Man I'm so fuckin high
Lyricism, it's so cut & dry
We haven't blown up yet, I wonder why
Smoke in the air, it's been raining since
Ding Ding ding, there's the bell, time for the main event
Your flow's gayer than Clay Aiken's sex
DGAF & Wreck, the best? Yes, they can check.
(Verse 3- Wreck 1st 8 lines/Mr. DGAF last 8 lines- at 3:04)
I entertain w/ spastic attacks, complain of flaccid ejac(ulations)
I needed to breathe like Fab, cause my motherfuckin asthma is back
Don't Give A Fuck & Wreck, it's a caucasion-over, AKA a white-rap
Nate Dogg's voice? "I Like That." Brb, I left my left ear on my right back
Sex scandals, will make a man look dumber than Jeff Daniels
So this is the next annual, rap forum battle's tourney text panel
Can't spell Chick-Fil-A without chick, so c'mon, grab a gal & a bucket of chicken
You wanna suck on a Christian? What? I'm not a schmuck, but fuck it, I'm listenin'
We've come on a mission to smoke the rappers claiming
They're the baddest player, grabbing stacks of paper
Actions catered to their "mass of haters", losing sight of lyrics
When the massive label claps when playing useless rhyming gimmicks
Who should fight the business? Me and wreck
We the best and won't be switching schemes to get
Newer fans, move your heads for a movement planned
To get music back into some useful hands before it's ruined, man.
(Chorus x2- Wreck- at 3:57)
Fireworks light up the sky
Man I'm so fuckin high
Lyricism, it's so cut & dry
We haven't blown up yet, I wonder why
Smoke in the air, it's been raining since
Ding Ding ding, there's the bell, time for the main event
Your flow's gayer than Clay Aiken's sex
DGAF & Wreck, the best? Yes, they can check.