Lemson n Dyaz the Bringer of Love n Peace – Started from the Applejuice-Flavoured Whipped Cream Lyrics
[Verse 1: BBDS]
Ayo, started from the bottom now we fucking here
Pumping A60’s for a couple years
Top down chrome spinning with a couple cherries
See the wheels grinning it won’t be a happy ending
Like Kai I beat you with a swagga hatchet
I smash pass and dash you ain’t got the class to match it
I fuck ratchets and I screw wrenches
Motherfuck ya bars I lift benches
Takin all these pills, and I sweat untill I overdose
Over roast that dutchie, in a haze untill I comatose
At the top, girl getting hair pulled in the airport
Gettin head while headin to headport, don’t get it on my airforce
Roll that l like it’s a cool j with some newports
Drop it and it flips in the whip like it’s new torque
Bout time to finish while I’m on top
BBDS, Lem, Dyaz, and Lil Pio representin for the top spot
Oh yea, and Scopey too
[Hook: Dat bish]
As the izms ignite
And set fire and light
To the heat of the fight
We fight 4 lyfeee
[Verse 2: Lemson]
If I die today remember me like Chris Dorner
Popped a molly and sweating in a corner
All my bars are crazy, Xanax
Still got Anne Frank hiding in my annex
Now that's what I call edgy volume 3 bumpin in your truck
I beat da pussy up up up up
Take her back to the crib, it's goin down
Warm her up then watch the new season of Cougartown
Her pussy's got some moldy cheese on it but I don't care
Go down and eat that shit, don't even gasp for air
Started from the bottom, now we here
Fucking bitches with pubes lookin like Dennis Rodman's hair
[Verse 3: M'Balls]
I'm hip like the shit you replaced - true story
My verses are Lil B, they're truly based - on a true story
I'm different like 2 Chainz, stay trippy like Juicy, mane
Namedropping like I'm the new Game, gifted like Mark Twain
I present you peasants my presence when I be rapping
I prevent the intent of resent when I be napping
Started from the bottom like Kim Kardashian
Got my mind on my money, guess I'm fundamental
My mind encircling always, guess I'm environmental
Hung out with Holly for a day, now that's what I call a holiday
''Got them all popping & sweating'', now that's what Molly say
Apple juice and hookers, that's that shit we be about
So why don't you bitches just suck me balls: semen sprout
[Verse 4: Jason D. Morris]
Hello there; welcome to the Rapgenius enterprise
Home of the most obscure pairs of little eyes
They want to play a little Frisbee with the upperclassmen
But they too hung up on bashing each other’s reaction
Crack the mandible, split solar cycles
Comprehend the impact of rubber rifles
Go ahead and whistle while you work (right)
Go ahead and twist while you burn (right)
Go ahead and beg for the quick repeaters
Because those prayers are easily defeated
Quickly remembered as a failed attempt
These poor little souls keep dancing on beads
Disregard the koolaid, Applejuice-Flavoured Whipped Cream
Fuck these new additions, they can’t even match the theme!
[Bridge: Dat bish]
Clouds that reign from the moon...
The ones that fade as far as Mars...
Have struck the Earth way too soon...
They promised us numerous scars...
But all they've done is destroy...
The caged location we call Earth...
What if it was just a decoy...
And this was only the birth...
Of what's coming...
[Verse 5: Dyaz]
Capitalizing the who? Capitalizing the what?
The spirit that remains on the planet no matter the uncut
Cause the raw bring the heart, the raw bring the soul
That strikes down on Earth and represent the endless cold
Making us realize the evolution of the nomenklatura
That represents the opera sung by our lovely chak-u-ras
The fire inhaled by anthropomorphic sulfur bunnies
Shows the blizzard reflecting my sunny... honey...
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