DaytonaTV: Variety Hour (bonus)

[Verse]
Poltergeist ignite the scene, you need a water bucket
All you rappers spitting written saying something something
You got delusions thinking bars you write miraculous
I hate the be the bringer of the hate but you ain’t rapping shit
I'm Dayton Converse fitting only pretty kicks
Kick it with with the pretty bitches
In my clique we in the city, bitch!
I got you kiddies saying “oh this fellow sound like Rav!
What’s his Spotify? Oh this shit, it kinda slap!”
But that don’t phase me
Comparisons been hella lazy
I sound like robin's ghost, bitch
Your words they do amaze me
Seven Eleven, sip on icies down in Austin
Twenty-Four-Seven work ethic
Fire spitting, flower blossom
How the kid so pretty?
And how he run through the game in the short amount of time he playing
Four tapes dropped
Got y'all dining with the pile of my leftovers
Fiending for the scraps, don’t you say some

[Hook]
Run the game, make you scream, now the kaiju make a scene
Got you running
We was up against some yellow bellies
How the clique still running it, tower over buildings
Hurt your feelings with a verse and still correct your spelling
Domination over masses with classic, dropping magic as a loosie
With the effort that you always lacking
Spitting 16’s sense never missing and we still is
The era of the monarchs and the damn king

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