Thugly

Betcha had enough bitching about being a worn metaphor

For wartorn streets since I was born forever forlorn

Never fear, Damazza is here for storytime, here’s a prime

Example, one part but here goes drop the bomb beat sample

 

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away

There lived a ho with a sass (this ASS) that could turn you gay

Tickle me pink, she ate everything and the kitchen sink

Wiggle worms which she had, thought dogs had it bad

Well, on the pole she could be mistaken for gelatinous

Hello, JELL-O, big bone couldn’t fatten this

Slow as a slug, she clung like tongue in a Christmas Story

She was thugly and like Rudolph she’ll go down in history

Why TH instead of F, nigga you taking up grammar?

No, but lemme tell ya, one look you go running back to Gramma

Well, you pay her 2 Fitty, not papers but cents

You close your eyes and pretend she’s Jennifer Aniston

But once you blow your load, oh no, this ho’s crazy

Turns out you didn’t know when your real lady ask you

Where you goin? To work, with a smirk you said, fool

Now you lying castrated, membrane inflated cat food

In your profane last breath you look up to see why

But you faint when she shed her skin and eat you alive

 

Now you know why I started the story in outer space

Sexual alien and predator harvesting for a new race

Take you for a journey right out of this earth

But she gotta pick the beans that are overripe with turds

 

Get back, she thugly, twist one done

Get back, she thugly, get ready for another one

Get back, she thugly, where’s the thug?

You didn’t see it, just wait, impatient son

 

Master storytelling grow faster 4G connection tower

Just like the baby she got from broken erection shower

Now like a bee queen, the new breed come to power

A thousand times more deadly than any seed done flower

No Venus flytrap, though Penis Flytrap is the proper phrase

Now cometh the worst days of the human species, come to pieces

Release the Kraken, crackhead niggas reacting so hard

Drop the pipe at last, it smash as they dash for the car

It don’t run no more, red smear on the window, where the wind blows

So does the disease, it’s airborne, the Twinkie Factories are now out to sea

But please motherfuckers don’t murder me!

 

Get back now, alien bitch is on the move, so smooth

But like a bad bitch she got nothing to lose

Going to courts, take no less than half your shit, she has your shit

You mad as shit, nigga pass the Bisquick, so I don’t trip when she rip

Me open like her spawn come through me, like that movie haunted

My dreams, but y’all seen that movie, ain’t gonna cut it

Get back the jacuzzi, something more blunted from DaMazza

Incoming disaster pushing through

Like a tiger chasing blind girls at the zoo

The plot’s in knots but the bitch is still on the loose

Tell me bitch, is you a dime or a deuce?

Break out the Alaze, Cristal, pound away the dismal

‘Cause life is nothing but a series of strip malls

 

Get back, she thugly, twist two through

Get back, she thugly, gone through the roof

Get back, she thugly, lord gimme some truth!

The Bible is the claim, now show me the proof

 

She climax on the peak of a mountain, that’s how

This peaked tension’s mounting, check it out

Destroyer of cities from Bombay to LA

But New York stays, resisting laser vision

Radiation so cray the sun’s rays er splitting

Japs be like “Fuck, here we go again”

While whitey be like “Yo, get the phone cam!”

To the green gobs a space invasion

Is a mean mothafuckin’ vacation

Arachnoid-activated their traps encapsulated

Exacerbated by the tactile revelation

That I brought ‘em here, it’s DaMazzacre

You’ll be sorry that yo ass occurred

No Scarface can deface this ace

Freebasers can beg to get taken to space

But no, all y’all are unworthy of the kingdom

Maybe in the next millennium I’ll bring ya

A man and a god, I am the rapture

And yeah, only the religious fucks get captured

Oh they get lifted up, high and mighty like Aphrodite

Then slammed down ‘cause them bitches spite me

Then the folks with logic can amass a project and

Save the world, no more catastrophic

Shit where money's the object, a convex

Structure completes the cycle, no rupture

Where bustas needs a trifle

 

Get back you thugly, inside, outside

Get back you thugly, jealous ‘cause we ride

Get back you thugly, outlaws on the rise

Recognize that DaMazza’s an enterprise

 

(singing)