Da Phat Controlla - DPC lyrics

[Verse 1] I ain't Eminem or El-P, b**h I'm DPC Ain't PC, you see? At my PC writing a prophecy And my offer be - get the f** offa me Get up off my case, get the f** outta my face, uh Here to disprove your misconception, preconception I'm the exception, so f** critical reception Gotta ask - who the f** rigged our election? Think I know - tell Rupe Murdoch, s** my co*k I ain't political, just an upset individual With the residual bitterness, A'straya's in the sh**ter, it's A f**in' shame, need somebody to save the game This be the genesis I be into this, you feelin' this? Imma get this started, yo stay bein' retarded Stayin' silent like you the one who farted Got no respect here for the dear departed Your funeral be my urinal and I'm pissin' on your mural Call me purile but in the meanwhile I spit these words with bile, ain't in denial crossin' the nile Even though I don't look it Imma close the book Before anyone get a look, yo history shall be a mystery Peein' on a tree, markin' territory you know it's me You see tags on the walls, f*gs all over your balls I'm slowly goin' crazy like teenagers havin' babies Got these weird cravings, mad like stark ravin' The path we be pavin', says in China it was made in Once got annihilated, pupils dilated Since then it's never faded, I hated and I made it My pa**ion, girl's gash on my tongue I'm young, gonna fill each lung with air then It comes out there, these beats be my fanfare Do you f**in dare? Fakers can't compare Gold like this be rare but I don't even care Talk all the sh** you want Imma light a blunt Keep on f**in' talkin after you walk in You won't walk again, I guess that shall depend On luck? Nah, don't give a f** Imma s** a titty then write down another ditty And it's a pity you ain't in the city Would've taught ya a lesson, no blessin' You test me, blast ya like Charleton Heston I'm the best in the game, you other rappers lame Keep chasing ya fame, 15 minutes to your name Yo sh** tame, I'm wild, I'm chill, I'm chilli, I'm chillin' Yo mild, I'll k**, I'm k**in', I'm k**in' this sh** Just a bit of my wit while I'm lit I spit Throw ya a** in a pit; your end, this is The genesis and I be into this motherf**er [Verse 2] On that beat like fetishists be on feet You think that's f**in' sick But you know this kinda neat s**le on dem teats like Imma mumma boy But you s** on those dicks like you a f*ggot boy She be gaggin', later she be naggin' Like she on the rag and I tell her pack her bags and get the f** out I'm all about that chill sh**, bit of that trill sh** Yo voice like a drill, sh** - déjà vu, that ain't new But I'm one of the few that's out to change the game here All the rap here sounds the same, b**hes be plain I ain't playin', they rap about weed and bein' a hard c*nt Well now I'm on the hunt, tell me why you should live Imma k** ya career, it's me you oughta fear You lookin' out ya rear Window, but I'm already in though, I'm in the backseat 'Bout to make sure you can't compete Imma defeat and delete yo a** and Imma do it so fast Faster than a cheetah, faster than you say "Hey that was cliche!" I appeal to the niche Tell them b**hes that these leeches had their day