What Ya Got?

Dennis is back wit a vengeance
"Captain, report back to the trenches"
Fell flat for a second
I just been trapped with my henchmen
Laugh of the century, we bouta go and get it
Flashing the cast for the past few years
You could cash in your last cuz the gas right here
No passing, or asking, I had me a beer
Then had me another one, I'm bouta shed tears
Passively smother em wit gas I appear out the grass, an assassin
I'm sad but revered
Glasses, savvy, nasty, clear
I amassed all my fears
Oh my dear

Why the fuck do I rap to these half wit bastards
Ain't get a lick of the shit that I spit
So they fast forward it to get to the hook that they never gon get
Ou ah, ticka it - is just a shtick, that I gotta stick wit
To create my niche or niche
I quit!
You niggas ain't shit!
Don't love my beats, y'all just want hits!
I should punch you dead in your motherfucking face
That's why you in dead last motherfucking place
Well, you a bitch In the first motherfucking place
I can't get a break man I rest my case



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Valentin
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