Disseshowedo Lyrics
| Song | Disseshowedo |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | 93 'til Infinity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Butler, Carter, Lindsey ... | |
| [Tajai] It gets no fatter | |
| Add another crew to your favo-ritos | |
| Yes we knows our *****t is flavor | |
| In battle, | |
| I rip it, and *****z hectic after | |
| I flipped the script like a dyslexic actor | |
| You're no factor | |
| I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit | |
| I might be ill and my mic it steals that old beyonder *****t | |
| I harm the *****t, but see next this keen text be-ing ex-pelled from my diaphragm | |
| I'm flyer, damn, would you grok it can't you receive it | |
| I bust like cleavage, rock *****t, then | |
| I leave it in shambles, cuz | |
| I can like | |
| Campbell's | |
| A sample of | |
| Tajai, is much more than average [Opio] | |
| Yo, who the hell are you? | |
| You're not me | |
| I got me and three brothers that are ****y to rock the, masses, whippin *****z asses | |
| At last it's, appropriate to show that | |
| I can blast kids | |
| I'm quick to stick a ***** in skin | |
| I'm figuring | |
| I hinder men, so let's sin, and watch this ***** win | |
| I'm making corpses, of course | |
| I score kids | |
| I'm morbid, cause it makes me think of more *****t to kick | |
| Leave me alone, back the hell up hobbes | |
| I never thought my son would ever try to beat up pops | |
| I got a leather strap, for the fella that wanna tell the mack lies, | |
| I send em back with black eyes | |
| Chorus: repeat 2 | |
| X Disseshow | |
| Idoit, I do it, | |
| I do it Disseshow | |
| Ido, disseshow | |
| Ido [Phesto] | |
| I ain't trippin, what | |
| I'm flipping's on the contrary to your weakness, retreat if you wanna restrain from being beat, | |
| I freak lifting syllables so kill the bullcrap, | |
| I'm arousing dousing drowning | |
| When my sound swings, | |
| I found things to bequeath, you're beneath, you need relief, to be brief | |
| I crushed ya, flushed ya, from the cypher | |
| Cuz I sliced your life to pieces | |
| In ruins, | |
| I screw in, skills like drills | |
| So who and, what army can harm me? | |
| Kill, the noise, my boys, never lack poise | |
| But you wack toys get played as | |
| I slay [A-Plus] | |
| My stick drives you crazy flip it backwards and it plays the satanic messages | |
| I guess it is my nature | |
| To break your mental barriers to take your body over | |
| Drove ya, off a cliff | |
| I got the gift to shape*****ft | |
| I encourage say ***** suicidal | |
| The *****t I write'll, make you clutch a bible | |
| I got the | |
| Cali type styles, | |
| I wipe smiles and smirks off of jerks cuz that weak *****t don't never work | |
| *****z is | |
| WACK as ***** your over | |
| Get your life together, find some direction cluck ***** | |
| I got the titanium steel verse, slicin through | |
| With some *****t that you'll never ever do | |
| Chorus Disseshowedo | |
| The studio, blew | |
| Ninety-three and on | |
| Disseshowedo | |
| Youknowhat | |
| I'msayin? |
| zuo ci : Butler, Carter, Lindsey ... | |
| Tajai It gets no fatter | |
| Add another crew to your favoritos | |
| Yes we knows our t is flavor | |
| In battle, | |
| I rip it, and z hectic after | |
| I flipped the script like a dyslexic actor | |
| You' re no factor | |
| I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit | |
| I might be ill and my mic it steals that old beyonder t | |
| I harm the t, but see next this keen text being expelled from my diaphragm | |
| I' m flyer, damn, would you grok it can' t you receive it | |
| I bust like cleavage, rock t, then | |
| I leave it in shambles, cuz | |
| I can like | |
| Campbell' s | |
| A sample of | |
| Tajai, is much more than average Opio | |
| Yo, who the hell are you? | |
| You' re not me | |
| I got me and three brothers that are y to rock the, masses, whippin z asses | |
| At last it' s, appropriate to show that | |
| I can blast kids | |
| I' m quick to stick a in skin | |
| I' m figuring | |
| I hinder men, so let' s sin, and watch this win | |
| I' m making corpses, of course | |
| I score kids | |
| I' m morbid, cause it makes me think of more t to kick | |
| Leave me alone, back the hell up hobbes | |
| I never thought my son would ever try to beat up pops | |
| I got a leather strap, for the fella that wanna tell the mack lies, | |
| I send em back with black eyes | |
| Chorus: repeat 2 | |
| X Disseshow | |
| Idoit, I do it, | |
| I do it Disseshow | |
| Ido, disseshow | |
| Ido Phesto | |
| I ain' t trippin, what | |
| I' m flipping' s on the contrary to your weakness, retreat if you wanna restrain from being beat, | |
| I freak lifting syllables so kill the bullcrap, | |
| I' m arousing dousing drowning | |
| When my sound swings, | |
| I found things to bequeath, you' re beneath, you need relief, to be brief | |
| I crushed ya, flushed ya, from the cypher | |
| Cuz I sliced your life to pieces | |
| In ruins, | |
| I screw in, skills like drills | |
| So who and, what army can harm me? | |
| Kill, the noise, my boys, never lack poise | |
| But you wack toys get played as | |
| I slay APlus | |
| My stick drives you crazy flip it backwards and it plays the satanic messages | |
| I guess it is my nature | |
| To break your mental barriers to take your body over | |
| Drove ya, off a cliff | |
| I got the gift to shape ft | |
| I encourage say suicidal | |
| The t I write' ll, make you clutch a bible | |
| I got the | |
| Cali type styles, | |
| I wipe smiles and smirks off of jerks cuz that weak t don' t never work | |
| z is | |
| WACK as your over | |
| Get your life together, find some direction cluck | |
| I got the titanium steel verse, slicin through | |
| With some t that you' ll never ever do | |
| Chorus Disseshowedo | |
| The studio, blew | |
| Ninetythree and on | |
| Disseshowedo | |
| Youknowhat | |
| I' msayin? |
| zuò cí : Butler, Carter, Lindsey ... | |
| Tajai It gets no fatter | |
| Add another crew to your favoritos | |
| Yes we knows our t is flavor | |
| In battle, | |
| I rip it, and z hectic after | |
| I flipped the script like a dyslexic actor | |
| You' re no factor | |
| I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit | |
| I might be ill and my mic it steals that old beyonder t | |
| I harm the t, but see next this keen text being expelled from my diaphragm | |
| I' m flyer, damn, would you grok it can' t you receive it | |
| I bust like cleavage, rock t, then | |
| I leave it in shambles, cuz | |
| I can like | |
| Campbell' s | |
| A sample of | |
| Tajai, is much more than average Opio | |
| Yo, who the hell are you? | |
| You' re not me | |
| I got me and three brothers that are y to rock the, masses, whippin z asses | |
| At last it' s, appropriate to show that | |
| I can blast kids | |
| I' m quick to stick a in skin | |
| I' m figuring | |
| I hinder men, so let' s sin, and watch this win | |
| I' m making corpses, of course | |
| I score kids | |
| I' m morbid, cause it makes me think of more t to kick | |
| Leave me alone, back the hell up hobbes | |
| I never thought my son would ever try to beat up pops | |
| I got a leather strap, for the fella that wanna tell the mack lies, | |
| I send em back with black eyes | |
| Chorus: repeat 2 | |
| X Disseshow | |
| Idoit, I do it, | |
| I do it Disseshow | |
| Ido, disseshow | |
| Ido Phesto | |
| I ain' t trippin, what | |
| I' m flipping' s on the contrary to your weakness, retreat if you wanna restrain from being beat, | |
| I freak lifting syllables so kill the bullcrap, | |
| I' m arousing dousing drowning | |
| When my sound swings, | |
| I found things to bequeath, you' re beneath, you need relief, to be brief | |
| I crushed ya, flushed ya, from the cypher | |
| Cuz I sliced your life to pieces | |
| In ruins, | |
| I screw in, skills like drills | |
| So who and, what army can harm me? | |
| Kill, the noise, my boys, never lack poise | |
| But you wack toys get played as | |
| I slay APlus | |
| My stick drives you crazy flip it backwards and it plays the satanic messages | |
| I guess it is my nature | |
| To break your mental barriers to take your body over | |
| Drove ya, off a cliff | |
| I got the gift to shape ft | |
| I encourage say suicidal | |
| The t I write' ll, make you clutch a bible | |
| I got the | |
| Cali type styles, | |
| I wipe smiles and smirks off of jerks cuz that weak t don' t never work | |
| z is | |
| WACK as your over | |
| Get your life together, find some direction cluck | |
| I got the titanium steel verse, slicin through | |
| With some t that you' ll never ever do | |
| Chorus Disseshowedo | |
| The studio, blew | |
| Ninetythree and on | |
| Disseshowedo | |
| Youknowhat | |
| I' msayin? |
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