Zane Alexander - Collaboration From Hell lyrics

[Dizzy Dame] I'm as hard as it gets; my temper's off the charts for the win Somebody call Charlie; I need a bump of the coke he sniffs Ain't this some sh**? You should of seen how sheen these b**hes hit I got smacked with a pool-noodle, so I'm sendin' kicks to their chin While wearing Tim's; leavin' imprints that're hella gory And pissing on the rap game so you know it's my territory I'm a barkin' dog, and I'm starving from fresh meat Gawkin' so d**hly; when I growl, they see sharp teeth Slowly you're out of time; these rhymes are an atom bomb The clock is ticking, and I'm gonna blow up while I'm in recline So relaxed cuz' I know it's mine; your attack is not aligned It's side-winded, but the fact that you try is so sublime No more compliments; it's time to soak up all my dominance My phenomena is not a hypothesis; it's biologic The mountain's pretty high, but guess who the f**'s ontop of it? I'll rock a fella with one hit, and become a monopolist Man I'm so awesome, I oughta be charged with arson The lawsuit'll prolly say that they suffocated from carbon Cuz' I'm burning every single person that's certainly f**ing awful My trashcan is full of garbage that's rotted from poison toxin Yeah, I'm evil; I'm ba-ba-bad to the bone King of the castle; I'm sna-sna-snatching the throne Rocking a cone-hat, I'm at the Vatican in Rome And taking over the world every time I rap on a song [Rusteezy} I stay ducked off like a curb cause the nerves of these Nervous worthless circus a** actors; take the knife to they epidermis Take them back to my furnace 'fore they surface; that's my service To Hip-Hop; keep my heart cold like juice up in a thermos Now it's back to the lab again; might just start to rap again Might just start to snap again and put Waco on the map again Like "Hi-Five", I come through wavy; like high-tide Why lie; when I ride, I slide by; beats banging out the applied ride You don't know me, or the sh** I'm goin' through Tryna get that sun roof so I can drop it back when it's a hundred-two Degrees off in the city and push that hemi, so you hear me Clearly you fairly try to get the cheese like a dairy but you very scary So sick, it's f** a flu shot; I might just get the ru shot Got them trippin off my truth; got her meltin like Fondue Dame just asked me to come through on his mixtape debut Now review while I very humbly just bid adieu (what it do?)