Souls Of Mischief - Disseshowedo lyrics

[tajai] It gets no fatter Add another crew to your favo-ritos Yes we knows our sh** is flavor In battle, i rip it, and n***az hectic after I flipped the script like a dyslexic actor You're no factor I got the type of sk**s that make you wanna quit I might be ill and my mic it steals that old beyonder sh** I harm the sh**, but see next this keen text Be-ing ex-pelled from my diaphragm I'm flyer, damn, would you grok it can't you receive it I bust like cleavage, rock sh**, then i leave it In shambles, cuz i can like campbell's A sample of tajai, is much more than average [opio] Yo, who the hell are you? you're not me I got me and three brothers that are co*ky To rock the, ma**es, whippin n***az a**es At last it's, appropriate to show that i can blast kids I'm quick to stick a dick in skin I'm figuring i hinder men, so let's sin, and watch this n***a win I'm making corpses, of course i score kids I'm morbid, cause it makes me think of more sh** to kick Leave me alone, back the hell up hobbes I never thought my son would ever try to beat up pops I got a leather strap, for the fella that Wanna tell the mack lies, i send em back with black eyes Chorus: repeat 2x Disseshowidoit, i do it, i do it Disseshowido, disseshowido [phesto] I ain't trippin, what i'm flipping's on the contrary To your weakness, retreat if you wanna restrain From being beat, i freak lifting syllables So k** the bullcrap, i'm arousing dousing drowning When my sound swings, i found things To bequeath, you're beneath, you need relief, to be brief I crushed ya, flushed ya, from the cypher Cuz i sliced your life to pieces In ruins, i screw in, sk**s like drills So who and, what army can harm me? k**, the noise, my boys, never lack poise But you wack toys get played as i slay [a-plus] My stick drives you crazy flip it backwards and it plays the Satanic messages i guess it is my nature To break your mental barriers to take your body over Drove ya, off a cliff i got the gift to shapeshift I encourage say n***a suicidal The sh** i write'll, make you clutch a bible I got the cali type styles, i wipe smiles And smirks off of jerks cuz that weak sh** don't never work n***az is wack as f** your over Get your life together, find some direction cluck n***a I got the titanium steel verse, slicin through With some sh** that you'll never ever do Chorus Disseshowedo The studio, blew Ninety-three and on Disseshowedo Youknowhati'msayin?