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Dragonfruit Video (MV)




Performed By: Dyse
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Quentin Dennison




Dyse - Dragonfruit Lyrics




Pin words together like I'm f*ckin' with clotheslines
Artist, pen and feather poised to paint up some dope rhymes
Sittin' in the lab cookin' smoke up till close time
We recordin' till they book us then we ridin', its show time
There's no time
For your lazy ass flow
Get the f*ck up out my face don't wanna hear that shit no mo'
You f*ckin' up the game, I'll break my cage right out the do'
Spit a ball of flames into your face and watch this pussy smoke
You battlin' the catalyst, I'm bad with this as acid trips
Fatalities are fabulous
Turn pacifists to masochists
Savagery is adequate
You bitches actin masculine?
(Then)
Get slapped and f*cking stabbed up in your fat gelatin abdomen
Now i ain't about the choppers, I'm a knuckles kinda guy
Catch me in a stare down watch me sucker punch his eye
You know we here, the venue gettin' f*cked up every time
Elevens on the dice and put a buck up on the side
I got full list of pussies i could kill a few guys
Ray, where you hidin'?/Runnin up on due time
You said the hits was comin' well i said my crew's fine
So where the f*ck your shooters?
Someone get this Goob slimed
Nobody takes a step, if i don't hear it
These beats ain't nothing when I ain't near em
My town got snakes, through the heads I'll spear em
All ya'll are my children and my sons are God Fearing
I parade in from space like a Lunar invasion
Riders shouldn't be the team that your crew is in spades with
I rip any rapper in the world, regardless of language
My glow brighter than a lighter/ Mind as sharp as a blade is
Pick a track I'll talk upon it
Your shit is whack, I'll slobber knock it
Old school, Jim Rossin on it
In a battle, bodied on it
Roof is raised, Bitch is topless
Coupe De Rage, Whip is flawless
Who could say this isn't honest
I'm the shit, so quit your talkin
If we speaking metaphors
Makes me spit like dental sores
Words as clear as reservoirs
What the f*ck you meddle for?
I'm hard as shit like metal floors
Bring the heat like temperature
If its my head you wanna medal for
Then it's the end your headin for
You couldn't f*ck with me ten beers into an off day
My smilies get hot as middle easterns when it's bomb day
Dyse the shit no fiction with it
Playin this game all straight
You better cut me off,cause I'll be Doin this here all day
On my World War shit, bring skies down, that's Storm shit
Every lyric I'm exporting hits your brain and this extortion
You snortin up on something if you think this isn't Lord shit
Cause my listeners my army and we some God Almighty Forces
And of course we the hardest, never lettin shit fly by
We more than some artists we depict what's in the scribes
If you want it know we got it/ Gottem itchin, shits like hives
My heart and souls my team, Outriders till I die
Thats Loyalty
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Pin words together like I'm f*ckin' with clotheslines
Artist, pen and feather poised to paint up some dope rhymes
Sittin' in the lab cookin' smoke up till close time
We recordin' till they book us then we ridin', its show time
There's no time
For your lazy ass flow
Get the f*ck up out my face don't wanna hear that shit no mo'
You f*ckin' up the game, I'll break my cage right out the do'
Spit a ball of flames into your face and watch this pussy smoke
You battlin' the catalyst, I'm bad with this as acid trips
Fatalities are fabulous
Turn pacifists to masochists
Savagery is adequate
You bitches actin masculine?
(Then)
Get slapped and f*cking stabbed up in your fat gelatin abdomen
Now i ain't about the choppers, I'm a knuckles kinda guy
Catch me in a stare down watch me sucker punch his eye
You know we here, the venue gettin' f*cked up every time
Elevens on the dice and put a buck up on the side
I got full list of pussies i could kill a few guys
Ray, where you hidin'?/Runnin up on due time
You said the hits was comin' well i said my crew's fine
So where the f*ck your shooters?
Someone get this Goob slimed
Nobody takes a step, if i don't hear it
These beats ain't nothing when I ain't near em
My town got snakes, through the heads I'll spear em
All ya'll are my children and my sons are God Fearing
I parade in from space like a Lunar invasion
Riders shouldn't be the team that your crew is in spades with
I rip any rapper in the world, regardless of language
My glow brighter than a lighter/ Mind as sharp as a blade is
Pick a track I'll talk upon it
Your shit is whack, I'll slobber knock it
Old school, Jim Rossin on it
In a battle, bodied on it
Roof is raised, Bitch is topless
Coupe De Rage, Whip is flawless
Who could say this isn't honest
I'm the shit, so quit your talkin
If we speaking metaphors
Makes me spit like dental sores
Words as clear as reservoirs
What the f*ck you meddle for?
I'm hard as shit like metal floors
Bring the heat like temperature
If its my head you wanna medal for
Then it's the end your headin for
You couldn't f*ck with me ten beers into an off day
My smilies get hot as middle easterns when it's bomb day
Dyse the shit no fiction with it
Playin this game all straight
You better cut me off,cause I'll be Doin this here all day
On my World War shit, bring skies down, that's Storm shit
Every lyric I'm exporting hits your brain and this extortion
You snortin up on something if you think this isn't Lord shit
Cause my listeners my army and we some God Almighty Forces
And of course we the hardest, never lettin shit fly by
We more than some artists we depict what's in the scribes
If you want it know we got it/ Gottem itchin, shits like hives
My heart and souls my team, Outriders till I die
Thats Loyalty
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Writer: Quentin Dennison
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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