Adam Dub - D.O.A. Freestyle (d**h of Assholes) lyrics

Yeah, im so high like a flying boeing, you know, in my homies studio.. he asked me to drop a little freestyle, i said anytime for you big homie, but its gonna be a little more than a freestyle.. inspired by the slaughterhouse joint.. ey yo, dawg, gimme that beat.. Lately im gettin d**h threats, thats why i keep two Glock with me I dont know how much more i gotta do to be treated like 2 pac and biggie But i already f**ed half of the world, and now i know what real beef is A f**in afternoon and im armed up like hulk hogan, freaky Too much stress, so lately i been smokin like a chimney And drinkin so much when i wake up im already tipsy Waitress b**hes like uuh, you are rich so u better fat tip me So i rather just stay home and smokin like a hippie Call up my old girl and tell her sh**s gettin heavier She says she dont care, there is a wall beetwen us, like in the past berliners I used to love her but i stayed a dawg like a terrier I was like sorry baby, i f**ed this much coz i just wanted to be healthier Coz my doctor said i need more physical activity But we are away from each other so much felt like war captivity So call me a liar, call me a cheater, but dont blame me Its just u a career gal, im a career boy, the next wanna be jay-z And im over you, im ready take over anything i f**in desire I know my destination but i dont know how the f** i will get there , hitchhiker I dont even like the brands but i wanna buy them designers And write my life story a best seller like i am a freakin screen writer So call up Trump, Cuban, McMahon,Gold, there is a star to invest in They know im an amazing experience like the first fingering Amazing start, and even got a follow up Thats why all the models all already f**ed I call the foursome my lucky clover You know i go hard all day like a viagrad bo*er Talking street terms, i get my bread with my toaster Or with straight words, i might just shoot the f**in grocer If their children planned college, there goes the tuition Man, i used to serve the homeless like a soup kitchen Sold sh**s which made them feel better , beautician Styles told that gangstas die, i still choosed to be a hooligan Im a prostitute, coz im always thinking about money even when im doin s** So after im done with shawty i kick her out of the bed Even of the condo Like hey didn't u forget something? Then throw at her the used condom Now thats a cumshot These other guys gettin mothered around by b**hes, now thats dumb son Im never spendin money on girls, except the ones of my family They accepted that its business first, modern one, so i wanna get my pockets fat like manny is Business trip to south america, im comin back with at least a million dollar deal and a sofia vergara Breakfast with columbians, dinner with the hezbollah Next day papi arrives, all the rappin rats were loud while the cat wasn't at home And they can't escape, the mouse hole is too narrow Yep, im the cat, but for the cheese i trap like a mouse Composin cla**ic sh**s, like Johan Strauss Lookin for worthy features for my next masterpiece If u wanna compare each others sh**, you arent tyler, but its you who the ba*tard is Time to show them haters who the master is Record the whole sh** with one take on the spot, ain't gotta master it So please, revive beethoven, mozart, vivaldi They should make me a beat, so i can murder it, turn it into a zombie Then murder it again just for the f**in fun of it Straight execution, the glove gon fit Revive Da Vinci to paint my cds cover Try to show these dumb youngings some f**in culture Ask Dante to do a f**in interlude I need these guys to fill my hunger, coz nowaday guys are only finger foods Call up Billy Shakespear and ask for a guest verse Record that motherf**er so high that our chest burn And here comes the straight blasphemy, im sorry for that Wait, i just need the beat to come back.. where did it run man? ah, snap Shakur,Wallace,Marley, Hendrix, they are only on the bonus tracks No room for todays rappers, coz i dont need the pointless rap Apologies for the exception But this world made me pray for an impossible invention A time machine, so i could go back to the renaissance This wasn't a diss, this was a report, so i dont need a response I just tell it how i see it, like critics And the sh** is f**in ridiculous So i throw up my hands in the air coz i dont really care Then i let my gun go off, BRRRAT Gave six to your stomach, thats what i call a six pack,ripped abs Yeah i know your crew, its like dustmen, coz the whole click a mess But i only gave you this half a bar, like im jigga man But you other motherf**, i see you, and u might get ethered f**in with spiderman, you might just get adam weavered Call up just blaze, tell him to please sample nat king cole Then murder you on it, so obvious, even your whole team know Lookin at your team, times have change,even the definition of a rat pack But i will settle the beef with only two words: rat-tat Maybe a few more tat –tat, like im machine gun kelly Plannin to grow a bear and have a giant belly They might mistake me for santa claus, coz im in an out of properties Lookin at my numbers, you would think i won the lottery Love comedy, but hate a f**in mockery So if you mockin me Get ready for the shots, archery These haters are straight dogs, barkin me But u know the loudest is the weakest They still cryin about losin their love interest While i f**ed her twice, then dumped her all in twenty four hours Im ridin around in LA in my batmobile, thats what i call my dodger viper Homie next to me tellin, yo prepare, coz time is up, but let me shoot a buzzer beater All you haters can't touch me, just throw cheap shots at me, like im a f**in stripper Even if you can f** me, you gon get gonorrhea Like scorpion, i finish it: everytime i hear you, i throw up: ballerina [Talking] Yeah, and you, you f**ing hater, i see you, you know that i am talking to you.. wanna beef with me? Please.. Ey, hold up, stop the beat for this.. You know when i was only six, in freakin kindergarten, i used to draw a lot.. i couldn't do it well, but i loved it.. and then a little idiot took away my drawing and told me it looks like sh**.. What was my reaction? I punched him in his nose so hard it started to bleed.. So i already knew how to end a f**in beef.. So you wanna beef with me? Please.. go to a stakehouse and beef there..