Marathon - Dymebag$ Lyrics

Ight, run it
Ayo, hold up, hol' up

I've been sitting in my room, checking posters
BADMON on my wall, I'll be that when I grow up
Money like a hold up, cards coming, never folding
Never speaking 'bout the life that I ain't really out there living
Y'all is really just some chickens, I ain't underneath y'all
A real buster, when I pull up, who you gonna call
Pull up on your yard, with that glock .40 drawn
Your girl coming over, couldn't help but rip the thong
From dime bags to rhyme tags, ya boy scorching them
Been supporting friends like rafters, or when Drake's on the raptors bench
I'm here for all the right reasons, get the factors sent
F*ck off if you weren't there for the half of it, banking off the back of it
My heart holds the minimal cut these hoes off, umbilicals
Life going round, nature cyclical, messages subliminal
The highest man in the room I'm metaphysical
But in the physical, God never affected me
My parents always told me that the devil was my enemy, but
We was all angels one time, all my homies in the dark deserve the sunshine
God speaking right through my rhymes
Show me beats I'll show you caskets
I beat the case dribble up make the basket, yo, crazy like a
Basket case like it's tennis I make racket
The flow nasty y'all make me laugh I'm cackling

And I'm gone like Remy Martin supplying cartons
Of Cognac, each verse a mental picture, kodak
And like it's gettin straight A's yo you know that
Blow that like broads with no dads
And life's about a bitch like these hoes wrote biographies
Money falling down little rains like the carter III
Starter fees, Imma pay the dues like it ought to be
Sodomy, I'm a dog I eat the pussy cautiously
Ay you know I'm weird tho
I'm someone you should fear tho
The bass low but I'm f*cking with the snare, yo
With my tribe we asking what's the, what's the scenario
Girls coming thru give them honey nut, like Cheerios

I wish this shit would end like a bad movie
Bad groupies coming to the store buy em' mad Gucci
I been had coochie, young applause like hoo whooptie
I bring gold like young Whoopi, or the young goonies
Young legend what I'll soon be
F*ck around let the tool see
All these fools, b
F*ck with me hit you with the flu, G