Da$H’s Diner

featuring Alma, Chris James & Asif Wilson

What’s fucking with this?
Nothin
I’m bout bout it
you bout bluffin
not a shred of meat on ya all
yall all stuffin
and ya couldn’t keep up with the shit that i’m flushin
aint nobody noise iller
end of discussion
i’m that illinois sub killer
come to luncheon
gotta bring a plate
cuz you’re on mine
i roll my dimes
posted up in the dungeon
what you wanna get it too
bringing up so and so
all up in my interview
i aint tryina interlude
i don’t really give a fuck
he do he
i sticks with the spinach in the dutch
two puffs of blue crush
have it soundin like a dr. suess cut
but who knew what
be-sides
she fine
she say
she clean
but me be barney stinson in this bitch
I suit up

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Harder than everclear
never fearin none
few cats on my level
and ya just not one
no you’re more like the mouse
that i chase
in the hole
but when i catch you
i’ma stick ya face in a shotgun troll
fuck yo bridge
I cross what i please
I’m dottin my t’s
try n’ out shine us
well you betta line up
Chi towns finest
gettin by in breeze
don’t you feel that freeze
ya know that i’m cold
and it snows when I sneeze and i go
weather green or yellow or the red
bitch you heard what i said
if this beat that dope
call me that fiend
cook too though
chef boyarDiesel gon’ flip it like judo
I filet mignon you toaster strudel
topped with a wet noodle
and it aint no gray
but you are what i poupon

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Who da ones bringin that
bounce to the boogey
dreadlock rasta that’s wrapped in a hoodie
wit an ounce of the goodie
I’m exactly where I should be
that’s the head of the heap
leave half of you dead on the street
while the other half dangles off the grill of my jeep
thanks to telekinetics
i don’t even need to speak
i can just reach into your thought bubbles
lookin for an ass whoopin
who’da thought you sought trouble
(growl) i’m the worst day of your life
just waitin to happen
step away from this rappin
ya not made for this captain
one drop and i’ma fuck you up til you pray for an aspirin
and there’s no hangover quite like lookin into a mirror and watchin it say game over
sorry sucka but i’ll take it from here
cuz I’m kickin new flava in ya ear

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