Rex
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
'cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
You said you f*** my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this trooper pee on himself
Once again the when we clone are at it again
I see you DOTS AND 501, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need million of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Cole, you'll get it too!
[D.D.O.T.S]
So go to sleep bitch,
Burn in hell for speaking s**t
Because if anything you're the real bitch
Now stop before I hit with the fist
Bust up your lip
Grab clip and be done with this shit
Gunz blazin
Hatin
Street payin,
Punks like you keep on hatin
It a disgrace that you can't keep up with this game
But you crossed the line
And the three of us are gonna give you a fine
You can't pay with cash
We takin life
Now when you think about
d.o.t.s where my knife.
[ D.O.T.S]
We got you troopers, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not real soliders you'se worthless
You cant rap like a rreal M.C, you'se a circus,
you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You f**k with a label overseein the Earth
Rex is second muthaf**ka, D.O.T.S First
And as I mold, I become a curse
Your blood now drips cold
You need to pull that tampon outta your purse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
But best believe D.D.O.T.S will make you see to be
But now Rex want's me to end this song
But next time before we rap again
Make sure not be caught in your thong.
