Double Tap lyrics

by

Domo Genesis


[Verse 1] A$ton Matthews
I’m not Henry Bahmer
Switchblade from Jeffery Dahmer
Playing swimming pools as I dive in Rhianna
Get to the chopper. Hundred round blocker
Singing like the Phantom of Opera
That fat b*tch getting off?
Sick speed at the kickoff
Maserati, karate chop their tits off
These b*tches know a n*gga merry b*tch off
Open up her mouth to have a place to rinse my di*k off
We young and we brazy
I’d jump the gun in your lady so I could punch on the baby
Face first into the xylophone
Double up on Styrofoam
Except the much of this gravy, pus*y
So f*ck you, suck a di*k, pay me
I bring the ruckus. These raindrops don’t need a bucket
The smitten is flooded, put your f*cking limbs on the budget
Young Flex, Pac Teyo can suck it
f*ck it

[Verse 2] Madchild
Yo
I’m retardedly clever
Work harder than ever
Thousand dollar cardigan sweaters
Modern furniture, collecting art
Clothes custom Japanese
Doing shows to get the dough
Kids jump like it’s a trampoline
Zombie killer, ruled one, always doubled back
Never one shot to the head, always a double tap
Wrapping like I’m bubble wrap
A neighborhood in double taps
Troubled cat. Now I’m chopping like I’m a lumberjack
I’m the bomb yelling Allahu Akbar
Underground rapper getting pus*y like a popstar
I’m trying to pro up ‘till I’m tow up and obnoxious
Louis Vuitton box full of Rolex watches
I'm not a kid, I saw Jaws and f*cking Star Wars
Now I'm 'bout to cop a new Ferrari for my carport
Making money's easy, the hard part's saving
That's why I stay off HypeBeast, or I'd go crazy
From opening at shows, now I'm doing double encores
Skating through life like I'm in Venice on a longboard
Crazy days are over, I was mainly a rebel
Now I rip it up in every town like the Tasmanian Devil
[Verse 3] Fashawn
Uh
Set it off
Feel like I done said it all
Except for my repertoire's deep as a reservoir
Uh
Wack a n*gga in the head like a tetherball
From poet to predator
Unloading these metaphors
The pharoahe explode I'ma double barrel
Drag queens claiming they’re kings, sing ‘em a carol
With this chopper, there’s no hiding in my jeans
I copped it out in Oakland they go "Yadadadamean"
Plotting on this cream. I need it
I got it if it’s green
I’m obviously c*cky ‘cause I’m clean
California kid claim they spotted him in Queens
Like Nasir in the scene, snatching dollars from a fiend
Mass Appeal is the mafia, the regime
Still acc*mulating cream off kush, codeine
Proceed to smoke weed
I’m 35-point O's for cheap
Young boy, I’m low key
Bumpin C-Bo drinking Olde E
Feeling like the old me
Gold bottle match the gold link
Sake so hard in the grill, knock off the goatee
Your gold teeth, for thinking Po sweet
[Outro]
(Sample from Madchild’s interview with Darren Rose)
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