[D-Fizzle: Verse 1]
Fizzle in the room, when you hear the ba** boom
And you know I'm gonna k** it with the chicken mushroom, and
When you see me coming, wish you were back in the womb
Gonna turn your bedroom into a mof**in tomb
I like my flow how I like my hot team
With Ü, Randy, Fizzer, Fizzey, Quad and DBD
I'm never gon flee from the scene, watch you b**hes bleed
Ice cold tea, when with me, cruising lambo geen
People say my bars, only talk bout hoes and cars
Well I think my flow is sick, but I'm unsure about yours, and
b**hes want the D, meaning Triple-Triple me
Your crew ain't seeing P, apart from transvestees
I'm gonna cut this short, making room for fizzey
Plus I think I might have crabs, like legitimately
Well, thats what you got when you get too much P
And by P I don't mean pence, infact, I don't know what I mean I'm high
[D-Fizzey: Verse 2]
Yo it's Fizzey back, bout to drop another track
Spitting mad fresh bars, like a rocket fly to Mars
Smokin weed smokin weed, shootin n***as till they bleed
Shoot my gat at your fat, shoot your face you f**ing rat
b**h s** it go ahead, yes thats right herd what I said
f** yo vag, p**y pink, then just s** it, have a drink
Black white or chink, got a vid, send the link
Take a look, then just tell me what you think
Now lets talk about the d**, got c**aine in some jugs
Gettin Fizzle drop a line, we got the best, b**hes fine
Injecting h**ne, [DING DING] recording time
Focus now, smoke a joint, lets just get straight to the point
Smell my balls s** my dick, long and tall hard like a brick
Check these digs, got my pick, you know I got that swagger [SICK]
You think my bars ain't fresh? I'm gettin p**y, naked flesh
Hoes up in my crib, p**y feast wheres my bib?
[D-Fizzle: Verse 3]
Look who's back again, robot voice: Stephen Hawking
No, disrespect, to that motherf**in G
Out the cage just like a hen, damn
What kind of dumba** said that bullets were'nt stronger then pen
I popped your boy just yesterday, try that with a poem
Weed ain't my sh**, I'm nose deep in that snow
Fizzey said it f**in best, b**h get down and just blow
Mysogyny at it's finest, yeah you haters just know
When you're b**h say that she going out, to me she's gonna go
The lines I write, you'll comprehend
Cartel sh**, f**in finger blend
Your mother's who I will befreind
She'll see a bell of a certain end
[DGC], this ain't a trend
Broken mind? Bars surely mend
Your funeral, I will attend
Policemen come, they apprehend
Liquid vocals, soothing treat
Apple Pie like your mumma make
Fizzey, Fizzle, ride this beat
Shake up the place, 808
[D-Fizzey: Verse 4]
Now its Fizzey here I am, so watch out I'm goin ham
n***as get out of my crib, get your sh** just get out [SCRAM]
Call this my castle, I gotta dam, big a** door need a battering ram
Every room is so big, got my own bar take a swig
Me and Fizzle droppin choons, make a rap tycoon
Writing bar after bar, record label now we stars
These n***as think it's funny, you think im a clown?
Woah, back up sloooowwww down
Got all these b**hes hanging with me
Count em up, 123, get all that p**y
Pull out a fatty, smoke trees
Got that purple kush, OG
My bars so f**in cash, get me grub, beans and mash
People pay to hear our tracks, wanna hear it? Pay my tax
We got our rhymes so fuking sick, hear that boom that ba** thick
Cruisin lambo, black tint window, Shakin gla** with tunes like
Pindo