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.