DEATH NOTE
Jack Dice
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Hit the top call me Jacques, not the Scott You motherfuckers ain't giving props And when I Silk the Shock, I'm cream the crop, The bar is hot, I'm dropping bombs, no you're not Dropping opps, no you're not Sendings shots, no you're not Got the chops, drop the top, hit the spot Never not, on the roll, never had any, stop Cut me off never knowing no better Hypnotized I don't f*ck with no letter Burn it down in my flannel-like Vedder Slap shots hold it down like I'm Weber Rick leather on Ramones in this bitch Death Note got me left in a ditch Get in tune better change your whole pitch Satin sheets never needed a change Stay in your lane, f*ck boy you and I ain't the same Pen game bitch you checkers I'm chess Both know you can't f*ck with the best, nevertheless Palisades, candy paint, patron saint, say my name and you're dead Let that go to your head, bitch you know what I said, look Blue suede, tailor-made, switchblade, marble fade, masquerade no mask Ready know I don't ask, blow by blow I don't lack, fine Bartman Sideshow, so ho, wanna know why I'm laying low Well I feel like trash from where I'm at, but f*ck all that But Jack Dice where the f*ck you at First-class, f*ck the past, bout to blast, shit bitch I'm top the class Let's talk about this, ice the wrist like hockey practice Drop the act bitch ain't an actress, vinyl records shit instant classic Shot in space Starship Galactic, f*ck I'm blasting, Bitches lacking, look man god damn, who Spinning vinyl records whip Camaros, with your EBT Call me back, jacket print mismatched, shit no strings a wait Hitman with the shot Bret Hart sharpshooter Nature boy drip run it back and I'll do you Rocking all black never cutting any slack And you better call me Jack when I'm coming out the tap, ooh Awfully confident Bow down to me I'm dominant Comme on me but I rock Supreme Ain't talk shit and I ain't set free Never one to speak but I wonder how it feels Ten times out of ten I'm the one who gonna eat Say you need me but the game ain't deep So I ain't try hard and you can't compete look One day you say that I can't be him All good find me in the blacked-out tint Gatti wanna ride but you can't hop in Big Benz matte black, all bricks with the rims Ten MAC's all clap and you can't shoot back All eye's on me twelve pairs two packs Pupils wanna imitate SMD From a king to a god better bend them knees
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