Dead Bent

Lyrics

[Intro] Goddamn it Super-motherfucking-villain, goddamn it About to get these millions, stack this shit Yo, his dip tried to tell him "Ooh, you're like the sun, chasing all of the rain away When you come around, you bring brighter days" She told him, "You're the perfect one For me and you forever will be" (Microphone check, one, two, one two, one, two) He told her, "I will rock this microphone always" [Verse] I hold the mic like niggas hold their girls tight But I ain't after her, probably your Acura, pearl white The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done hit it To be specific, more times than dimes in a briznick When you broke north, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick At the Garden, true That's the god in me, pardon you Jeepers I was tore back, the ho gained access to my beeper Called back my secretary gatekeeper Like I ain't peep her, I said, "Darling, you was stupid though You know the supervillain (He is a super), ho" I had this style ever since I was a child I got this other style I ain't flip in a while It goes, pure scientific intelligence With one point of relevance MCs whose styles need Velamints And once the smoke clear, tell 'em it's The super-motherfucking-villain, nigga came through raw like the elements All ninety-nine, plus one of them And with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him When we with y'all, we had tons of fun Me and my duns and them Actual true and living sons of them Dead planets and god-U's Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you's Ooh, and won't feel remorse for shit Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits (Damn) Scientific, going berserk like Red Alert I really went to pick up wiznork for cheddar dirt To fund these experiments is where I went Obviously dead bent and spent every red cent To rule you and still drop more jewels than schools do Or even TV news that's designed to fool you (Who?) Yeah, you, who hear the most grimy suggestions From brothers with fly names and ID questions That's a secret like Victoria teddy sets that's edible Duns not ready yet for the incredible Team of MCs who broke all fakes who thought they were slaughter-proof Stomping through like North Face waterproof Tat-tat, that's the end of that After, hit the bar where baby girl bartender at I told her, "More wine," mingling with no single mentions of Stay tuned for more spine tingling adventures of—