Prophecy

Album cover art for "Prophecy" by Mike Dece

Mike Dece - Rap

Prophecy

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hoe I'm in every nation shipping medication Burning kush and blazing mental elevation With the federation keep it federated Put this metal plate up in your mouth like braces If I want that shit then I'mma fucking take it Shoot your house up only leave the basement I got thugs beside me who will eat your face And that will stick you up and rob you like some bases I got bitches sucking dick they wanna taste it I got [?] and I ain't catch no cases Hoe Im burning up it's just like fireplaces How I leave you blazing in the conversation And Im high as shit it's like Im fucking spacing Fuck with Mike Dece you turn up wasted But this ain't no GTA fucking game bitch They might find your body but you will be laying No you will not make it (woop... woop... woop...) [Verse 2] You will not make it like Apollo 'Teen Mask on me but this is not halloween Hollow tips enter you make you seem Like youre a shotty just watch me and wait and see Slipknot you slip up and wait and bleed All of these demons keep chasing me I'm still smoking rocks and still slurping lean At the same place that I started this Starting me To die in Blackland is my prophecy I'm selling sacks and moving poppy seeds Bitch get a backhand if she talk to me Run em lets go fuck this hoe like lobotomy I carve your ass up like some pottery Oh yes I leave you deceased at the thought of me Ain't no apologies Fuck you like sodomy Murder your family just cause you thought of me (just cause you thought of me)x3 (woop...woop...woop...) [Verse 3] Just cause you thought of me Won't kill you softly Just like bureaucracy I merk you fastly Sort of like sorcery try to take over me I keep the ultra heat on me like gasoline I keep the gasoline I keep the stacks on me Which I am taxing thee while puffing wax with weed Fuck what youre asking me I dont know happy things I'll take your packs and leave you just like [?] Pistol attached to me like I am battling That's what youre earning for 'tempting attacking me All things are bastardly So I am not a thief I just want money so I can live happily I'm a rich slut yes I keep all these racks on me Counting up paper while your hoe harassing me I put the bitch on the strip just like cattle She bring all my dough yes she bring all my gas to me Swagger!

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Credits

Writers
  • Mike Dece