Depressive Tongue Posse
Depressive Tongue Posse & MAXDADDY
Depressive Tongue Posse
Depressive Tongue Posse & H E X X X O F F N D R
Depressive Tongue Posse
Depressive Tongue Posse
Depressive Tongue Posse
Depressive Tongue Posse
Depressive Tongue Posse
Depressive Tongue Posse
Depressive Tongue Posse
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Depressive Tongue Posse
[Sharxxx]
25 dollars and some bammer in a grape wrap
Verses so sloppy cuz I motherfuckin’ hate rap
Everybody do the same shit, can’t take that
Save the battle, cuz I’m like Dale on the racetrack
I don’t give a fuck, even if you pay me a salary
Rappers are a snack, bitch, I’m 300 calories
Slammin’ on the gas, Grave City on the map and we
Are back on the planet where police can’t hassle me
Smoke crack at a crosswalk, toss off trash in my path
Right in front of a smart car
Pull back on the hammer and blast on a boss, and a cop
Cuz the Shark gonna start war
Part Four Halloween-type mask
And I’m passin’, and grabbin’, and smashin’ yo smart phone
Real recognize real stupid ass bastards
You blast me online but it only makes my heart cold
[Prof]
Alright, yo, it’s the Professor, here to bring you all to ruin
You’re so busy playing God, I was just tryin’ to play human
It’s stupid
The way you come on all-consuming, the illusion is truth
‘Cause your confusion is consuming
Now that I’m back on this Grave City track
Gonna set a couple fires, gonna talk a little smack
Got a huge fuckin’ union, and we’re gearin’ for attack
Yeah, it’s proven you’ll be fucked with our boots around your neck
[Sharxxx]
Never let a lack of cheddar get the better of me
D-E-P-R-E-S homie
S-I-V-E, bet you know the rest, homie
Test my nuts? (Nope!) That’s a mess, homie
Only thing I be ever doin’ is lightin’ up the buddha
With the Froot, and playin’ Super Nintendo shootahz
Homie, I’m gonna get a clue for you, and let you know
That you can neither rap or produce, you a loo-sah
[Prof]
You’re a loser, alcohol abuser
Fuck with me, you’ll find yourself outmaneuvered
Armed to the teeth like a battlecruiser
95 rich cunts nailed to the church is my thesis, yeah, Martin Luther
My mind was lost long ago, and so I call it ‘Atlantis,’
My favorite hobby’s robbin’ banks, but I don’t like takin’ chances
Leave no witnesses, turn mansions to ashes, the masses know
The only true wars between classes
I don’t give a fuck about nothin’
Why don’t you leave me alone?
(Get fucked mane)
Depressive Tongue Posse released SIX PACK on Sat Jun 06 2015.