Dead Bent

Lyrics for Dead Bent

Goddamn it Super motherfucking villain goddamn it About to get these millions, stacks and 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 He told her I will rock this microphone ... always! 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 briz-nick 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 Super Villain, (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 Emcees whose styles need Velamints And once the smoke clear, tell 'em it's The Super motherfucking Villain, nigga came through raw like the elements On 99 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 Fool, and won't feel remorse for shit Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits 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 I.D. questions That's a Secret like Victoria teddy sets that's edible Them's not ready yet for the incredible Team of MC's 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 ...