DOPE B - BREAK 'EM OFF

[Chorus]

Haters will hate

Haters will hate

I break ‘em off a piece

When I spit these bars

 

Haters will hate

But those bitches can’t wait

I break ‘em off a piece

When I spit these bars

 

[Verse 1]

I’m folding up rappers and I leave em with creases

The force of my genius smash em to pieces like Reese’s

I’m the sweetest, you can call me Di-a-B-Tus

Get you hypoglycaem-is to extremis and I mean this

The obscenest, supremest, fiendish rap machinist

Electrify the crowd, when I enter the arenas

But just between us, I don’t give a fuck about what the scene is

So you can redeem this penis at your earliest convenience

 

[chorus]

 

[Verse 2]

This is my style bitch

I been here a while bitch

You can’t go the distance

Not by a mile bitch

I’m not bettin on that, you not ready for that

You tryna to sell me some old bullshit, I got plenty of that

In fact, I wouldn’t pay a fuckin penny for that

Mr Big and I’m back

Good bars on the track

I’m Superhuman, rated 10,000 lumens

My Bright light blinds the designs of stupid mutants

 

[chorus]

 

[verse 3]

I’ll tell ya what I’m doin’

I’m here to get the bodies movin’

Improving, fine tuning shit to get you bitches goonin’

Make your teeth grind shit

While you hit rewind shit

You’ll be growing hair all on your palms and going blind shit

You take a trip to the musical physician

Get a rhythm by prescription

Cause you got a funk addiction

Medical grade, I’m not speaking any fiction

So be careful when you listen or your ear holes will be dripping

My shit is tough

It fucks you up

It kicks your butt

And hurts your guts

Break the skin and spill the blood

With rights and lefts and Uppercuts

I’m on a hunt for stupid cunts

So Close your mouths and keep them shut

Fuckin sluts, I’ll tell you what

Baby Ruth get off the nuts

Iron fists breaking your wrists like fuckin’ Twix

Snapped in half like Kit Kats while I’m Snickering in the mix

A caffeine dream, four cups of coffee in my bloodstream

Sugar rushin, and fuckin’ cussin over percussion

 

[chorus x 2]

 

Ayy

I get funky

Ayy

I get so funky, funky, funky

 

That’s what’s up