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Dylan Fillingane
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Dylan Fillingane
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Aye yo watch this
Aye yo my mental cause reactions
From actions you see in fractions
It drastically change in patterns
I told you that shit would happen like captions
Aye let em ration I'm fasting the satisfaction
Of killing em with my passion
My lyrics more like assassins
I'm rapping like Pun and Black
In the back of a cul de sac
With that sack on me like a strap
Or a cap in these bitches snaps
They be posting like its a frappe
And I told em that shit was wack like a mole
I'm playing with bats
I'm like Mel when these bitches rats
I'mma hit it way out my city
Ain't nobody fucking with me
I'm a fine dine hippie but that watch look nifty
I get thrifty for my money I'mma get it in a jiffy
Bout my bread and my honey and these bitches riding with me
Pulling out my mickey lil hoe saying give me she gone stick it
In her kittie hope lil Minnie don't kill me
That's a cat-and-mouse chase but I ain't banking with yo feelings
It's a steep love race from the fucking to the kneeling
That's why my crooked letter chilling
Big M homie and the S stand for stealing
Yeah my name Dylan
Greatest of the villains
Told em bitch I'm willing even Thanos couldn't kill em
On me I'm skilling
Rapping like I'm drilling
Trying to get that shit in yo head like a filling yea I got the beef grilling
Cooking what I'm kill
Pot keep distilling
While I'm nibbling on your feelings
Uh
On me I'm skilling
We bout to wrap it up
Got the second first verse
Like I'm wrapping dutch
Or my lunch
All these rappers brunch
So I'm finna munch
Sucker punch
At ya fucking bunch
Till I hear a crunch
Run and stunt
Like I'm finna lounge
While I'm smoking blunts
Fucking dunce
Plus up with a runt
Look like Jack the dune
Pointy bun paper cap flow
Look like dummy done
Told em I'mma get it
I'mma get it how it fitted
That shit looking real nice
Like Cinderella did it
I"mma hop out with that ribbit
Use my chest to rock these crickets
I ain't tripping bout no bitches when it's seven long inches
She gave three wrong wish
From the three all swishes
Thirteen yall glitches
On me I'm finished
Gah damn
Writer(s): Dylan Fillingane
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