Dead Dogs (Prod. Necro)

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lyrics

[Verse 1]

born to a black widow raised by wolf spiders
and sent to cleanse a whack world plagued by stool rhymers
a cool writer and i bend the rules wider
to make room for my massive tool I'mma

six legged parasite my mix-tape a terabyte
spit flamin Fahrenheit a bitch rapin every night
a piss taken every time a kid takes a stare at my
spit laden terror rhymes he then layin terrified

i spit hot shit'd melt a glacier
i shit not i would kill my maker
done swung so hard im not a pistol waver
got a tongue so sharp its got a distal taper

given oldschool rappers a pass when they rappin is ass
need face the fuckin matter of fact
you got your head so fuckin far up the ass of the past
you mutherfuckers cant stand to give new rappers a chance

[hook]x2

let em lie let the dead dogs die
let em lie let em die let the dead dogs die
dead dogs lied guess i read wrong writin
let dogs die in the bed dogs lied in

with the same breath i praise rap i rape rap
and break bread with same fags that hate rap
so raise gats and take back this game fast
we'll stay mad and make rap that aint bad


[verse 2]

my hand writes pen drippin with liquor
i cant stand my shit list gets bigger
hipster win' lickers get the big picture
rap never dies the shit just gets sicker

i salivate and make rap amusing
and aggravate my brain map improving
you fallacate and stay back perusing
to validate your whack taste in music

i made it clear you must've misunderstood
but now i got you sittin here so listen and look
cuz we were down river while they pissed in the brook
you couldnt teach a dead dog the oldest trick in the book


[hook]x2

let em lie let the dead dogs die
let em lie let em die let the dead dogs die
dead dogs lied guess i read wrong writin
let dogs die in the bed dogs lied in


[Verse 3]

you see the past with rose coloured glasses
i see past the faux cultured trash and
flow over that growth covered path
no gold in that no goin back no holdin back

I'm focused, composed I'm golden
loathsome boast though a showman show no emotion
brook no devotion slow gross corrosion
so loco-mote so hold close the moment

prayin please god these fake fuckin faggots
lay with these dogs they'll wake up with maggots
take up the matches make somethin happen
playin these songs you'll wake up the dragon

yell at everybody in the set walk by
im tellin everybody let the dead dogs die
aint sellin anybody what they head dont buy
let the dead dogs die when a pet hog flies

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from MAWTHRA, released March 25, 2016

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