Adam Millard - Dead on Dead lyrics

[Intro] Super motherf**ing villain, we chilling We out to get these millions, stacks and sh** We chilling Ay yo, this dip tried to tell him Ooh you're like the sun Chasing all of the rain away When you come around, you bring brighter days She told him, you're the perfect one Me and you forever will be I told her, I will rock this microphone, always [Verse: Mildred] A rap priest, known for molesting beats They didn't seem to pleased, when I feasted on their elites A message to all labels Do not trick or play with the figure invested in old fables Or peel back his exterior And stick him with your styles, I feel like this is what makes rap inferior Always spitting poisonous fumes, explains the exhaust When in Rome, its code to snort c**aine with the cohorts Style reflects the Flintstones It's self-explanatory when I refer to theirs as brimstone Reflections on Fred and Barney, that's mysteries and sing-alongs Morning liturgy of Bing and Bong, history of hymns, now gone Indulged in paranormal paraphernalia I parachuted into that phase as a paranoid teenager He's dooming his name, with those pointless caps Drugs, short-term happiness to those voiceless chaps As I implement my pen, it's just visions of blue and black Feel like the heir to rap, shaved the foes, try find a smoother track Sold his solutions to deal with his problems Spring away the fake, and the real will blossom Lets concur, currency is currently the clear k**er through all cla**es Screw the ma**es, I grew through ashes Lyrics as brutal as baseball bats, complimented with soothing pitch Unintentionally presented a seducing spit Rhythmic Debris, the diseased Inspired by Ed, Edd and Eddy to fill our report cards with E's and D's Real recognize fake too Appeal to rectify my mistakes blew, as the stakes grew Mildred mood go from mild to seeing damn red It's a shock like reading a random 4Chan thread Criticism cold saying he slurs mild Leonardo seems earnest so how'd he make the Oscar's wild