DOM PACHINO - Duck Tape lyrics

rate me

Aiyo my mind is like a nine, I shoot my thoughts at ya'll

Bitch ass niggas, corny rap niggas

Claiming that ya'll live and shit, but hell no

Cause I do this, kid, through rain, sleet & snow

Yeah, kid, what, I'm just that live

Cause me and Dom P, blacking niggas eyes

So ya'll best to realize the realism

How Islord get down on the rhythm, cause I hit 'em with that -

Run up in the game with the duct tape, to the shit ya'll rape

I don't know how much more shit can I take, and fuck jake

And the fatman too, I bring the gat land through

Turn him into fatman fondu, and this cockerspaniel

My glock handle, too hot to handle

My next drill's left field, to make your next feel vandal

My tech can't stand you, my chips, you better fork them over

Or you be treated like a Hunt for the Red October

I sink ya ship with the flare, from my brother grip

Get smothered quick, for fucking with me, dick, on some G shit

I see shit in 3D, you won't be shit, and you definitely won't defeat me

I'm so swift, breath of fresh air on the airwaves

Aren't you tired of the same shit you hear every day?

And here we go again, the heat holding, the beat swollen

Just speak golden, his flow's frozen, the whole world knows him

Since '97, I was rocking ya'll to heaven

With classical material, machine gun funk

Right out your stereo, so here I go, lyrical assassin

Quick to attack, any nigga acting

Like he invincible, and can't get returned to the essence

Kid, you must be stupid, thinking like you adolescent

Like your whole family won't get duct taped

Then get tossed in the lake, somewhere upstate

For fucking with my plate