Don't Get Vlad Drac'd
Rocco Ritchie Dexterity9 Plays
•02 Aug 2018
Spittin' through the feedback, make 'em bring tha beat back Secondary lifespan, why you think I'd need that? Steppin' on the scene now it's time to get my feet back Growlin' at you sheep like a wolf thats got its teeth stacked Yeah I'm the prowl now and bound to peel some meat back Dominate the pack, plan attacks that scatter flea bags A decorated soldier knows I'm so much more than these tags Ready for the war, I take the battle on to these fags Body count on swoll, one-by-one is how deceased stack I plague these motherfuckers more than famine or disease has You can't get your peace back, you bitches can just cease that Think I put you off my land to let you get your lease back? Starve these hungry rats who react to how my cheese stacks I ain't sweatin'cheddar you ain't bitin' with your teeth cracked The problem needed solvin', so I did it with the least tact Pistol-whip your mind till you wind up with a creased hat Yeah...and it don't quit I walk through fire just ta make sure that you get lit Replicated swag smashed, add it to my shitlist passin' on the knowledge to the minds that wanna hit this you'll see how true this spit is and how hard this shit hits In a mansion made of truth so you can see how poor the rich live You can rest assured as sure as Cee Lo Green's got bitch tits That I'll never stop droppin hits until my tick quits You ain't no fuckin' man, ask your kids where their dad's at Choose to rock tattoos but yous stuntin' with that bad act Ya shit is spreaded thin but you pretend you jackin fat stacks Cashin' checks from mom, motherfucker that's a sad fact Bank account on broke you a joke you gettin' laughed at Flexin', where's ya abs at? Oh, I see your fatbacks No muscle for the hustle plus you'll see that's where the flabs at Claim you stick and move but it proves how much your jabs lack Livin' by the sword and it's bound ta get yo ass stabbed Cut you into pieces, hit the ocean wrapped in Glad bags Steady talking smack acting like you got that mad gab then niggas jack yo shit like they split you up in grab bags Who you mad at? showin' teeth'll get your ass smacked You don't want me out for blood, you dont wanna get ya Vlad Drac'd Watch too many movies and you're bound to get your ass capped "Hello" to your little friend, remember it's your last act
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Spittin' through the feedback, make 'em bring tha beat back Secondary lifespan, why you think I'd need that? Steppin' on the scene now it's time to get my feet back Growlin' at you sheep like a wolf thats got its teeth stacked Yeah I'm the prowl now and bound to peel some meat back Dominate the pack, plan attacks that scatter flea bags A decorated soldier knows I'm so much more than these tags Ready for the war, I take the battle on to these fags Body count on swoll, one-by-one is how deceased stack I plague these motherfuckers more than famine or disease has You can't get your peace back, you bitches can just cease that Think I put you off my land to let you get your lease back? Starve these hungry rats who react to how my cheese stacks I ain't sweatin'cheddar you ain't bitin' with your teeth cracked The problem needed solvin', so I did it with the least tact Pistol-whip your mind till you wind up with a creased hat Yeah...and it don't quit I walk through fire just ta make sure that you get lit Replicated swag smashed, add it to my shitlist passin' on the knowledge to the minds that wanna hit this you'll see how true this spit is and how hard this shit hits In a mansion made of truth so you can see how poor the rich live You can rest assured as sure as Cee Lo Green's got bitch tits That I'll never stop droppin hits until my tick quits You ain't no fuckin' man, ask your kids where their dad's at Choose to rock tattoos but yous stuntin' with that bad act Ya shit is spreaded thin but you pretend you jackin fat stacks Cashin' checks from mom, motherfucker that's a sad fact Bank account on broke you a joke you gettin' laughed at Flexin', where's ya abs at? Oh, I see your fatbacks No muscle for the hustle plus you'll see that's where the flabs at Claim you stick and move but it proves how much your jabs lack Livin' by the sword and it's bound ta get yo ass stabbed Cut you into pieces, hit the ocean wrapped in Glad bags Steady talking smack acting like you got that mad gab then niggas jack yo shit like they split you up in grab bags Who you mad at? showin' teeth'll get your ass smacked You don't want me out for blood, you dont wanna get ya Vlad Drac'd Watch too many movies and you're bound to get your ass capped "Hello" to your little friend, remember it's your last act
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