DeBox Freestyle (Self-Produced Version) Lyrics

Touchy with subjects, I'm a priest

Give a fuck about who will need

To double cross me like I'm Jesus

None of y'all practice, y'all preach

Go pew pew triggers squeeze

And y'all better get on your knees, Be

Cuz y'all suck on Ds

Your gang bang when bukkakes seen

Knowing you're pussy, not ballsy

I give a darn about who reach

Up for the crown, knocking me off

Your arms are feeble standing tall

You need a hand like amputees? Know I will not

I will trot on a beat cuz every bar

Or feat that I manage to drop

Get a toe tag on MCs, cop

An inch to heal at wounds I got

Never leaf if it be guap

Given to seeds Imma send off

From a family tree that'll pop

Cuz they root for me going hard

No matter what I'm on

Whether weed or jerking off

I'm a fiend fucked up on songs

Y'all wannabes fucked up your songs

Keep clutching at straws

Imma whip you while you boutta stall

If you catch my drift you gon' fall

Too tired to follow along

Had Goodyears like Hoosier is on

I show it plane cuz I'm not lost

Tower like World Trade dropped

Collapse and rap, ain't flopped

Collab on tracks and spray shots

Like vodka painting faint walls

The scope I ditch remained soft

Armed to the teeth no mouth wash

My canines gave me crowns, dog

Y'all can't bite, just chow chow bark

Imma pound em like British currency now

Beagles know my hand's blood'll hound

Doper men when I pinch her, growl

Knowing you bark when mics are out

I bite when I stand out from crowds

No talk, I just pounce

Like a MILFY cougar to prowl

The claws you got are Santa's and

You can't sleigh in the present fam

Just fall for poles, they vote you dance

Any mule know my stubborn ass

Never lost a beat in a track

Boomers know their cane gon' crack

If the lines bumped are paler than

A bucket with granules of sand