[Lyrics below]
DOPE new Royce Da 5'9" freestyle over Drake's first single off his debut album "Thank Me Later".
Recorded and Released March 7, 2010.
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Lyrics
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They say I'm the best in here,
Picture your wife fuckin' your twin, I'm like him,
May the best man win,
So later for you bums,
A ways back I made a pact to stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue,
I'm sick with this,
You sick like a panty sniffer,
And you just wanted to see her pee, like a dick blister,
Ya'll remind me of Fantasia brother, ya'll be whilin',
On TV everyday I turn on ya'll and ya'll be cryin',
I'm SURGICAL with this motherfuckin' pen,
The sickest nigga spittin' till the end,
I don't really have to against that 'cause,
I'm the last lyrical W-T-F-O-M-G factor,
So back off, before I blow your knee cap off,
I'ma eat this beat like a bee eatin' vegan,
In the trees, where the beef is,
In the car goin' beep beep,
While I roll over the drums and just straight peel through the piece/peace,
Bout to build me a time machine, and get it in, and go back I'm done,
Find Frank Nitti and Al Calpone like can ya'll autograph my gun,
I ain't tryin' that hard right now, I'm just havin' fun,
Tell the whole world I just had a son,
First name earth, last name none,
Get up on that and your cash ain't come,
And you don't spit that shit (?),
Raised by a gangster, Come up in the house get your ass whooped,
And then get your ass whoop on,
What a nigga know about the water in the shower gettin' cold because the bathroom faucet is on,
The reason why I grab you, stab you, out rap you,
When I ain't feelin like tossin' a crumb,
Heat a nigga house with the oven, like I like thuggin',
but I probably just spit on my mother,
Had to heat up the house the oven,
Had to spend the night with my cousin,
Yes I be poppin' lots of shit,
You can't do nothin' bout it bitch,
So get the heads up or be my rock em sock em opposite,
I'm like a stock of bond, that can drop a bomb,
Ridin' slow with the slidin' door on the side,
Open on that minivan, intended for no soccer mom,
Lighters up high, I'm your fire supply,
Writer with mad skills, I'm ill so hire your guy,
Nobody is harder,
He don't give a fuck what he slaughters,
He will drag your slutty daughter through the muddy waters,
This beat is bait,
Get it outta me, I can shit it out me, it's ate,
I think I owe Drake an apology,
Now tweet about that you little fuckin' fruit
i think i owe drake an apology
cheebs187 2 years ago 17
how come everybody can kill drake's song except drake?
gcpckrfan33 9 months ago 10