DJ DP, DJ DP!
Pipe down R5
Double penetration, come on man
You got it Toth, here we go
Action, scene, James Blonde crossed with
James Dream, one ship, two revenue streams
Pirates chase booty, obviously dead bent
From Lady Di, to Madonna, to Miss Joan Jett
She let us fly by regardless of the age difference
A man's mission, before he has to transition
Not into trans unless they transform or make good
Transmissions, like Toyota makes good ambulances
It makes me wonder about this whole crazy blunder
How'd I miss their fake cover story like a blade runner
Ignorance is bliss, must be nice sucker
To be on edge and ice like an ice trucker
Speaking of which, wtf is up
With you peasants on the right and the left
Working this hard at this age makes little sense
Unless, I take it and use it to fake my death
Dflo, I rip my name from out the grave
Villan transitioned, so who's left to save our culture
That we love and refuse to cancel
Rap vulture turned dove, you know I'm a handful
Y'all slipping, working, government checks
Kickflipping, twerking, a pain up in the neck
Toth got the gin, juice got me flying
I want you to win, there's no use in trying
Are we done yet, I'm getting dust on my shoulder
I don't bet yo, you're making my kids get older
Time to go, scoot, flames I retard
I never worked this hard
Gimme the boot, gimme free loot, hands up don't shoot
And don't forget a credit card
I need a break from the beat cause the beat broke me
Where's the off switch, make a wish
It's for your safety
Oh shi** I'm hit, I'm going down
Eject, eject, going to ground
Pop anti-air flares, shoot down the rope
Leave 'em dazed and confused in a cloud of smoke
Invisible threat, music or the virus
Either way, it's here on papyrus
Tune it all out, mind your business
Work on mental fitness, it won't all fit in this
Hey kids, it's Harold and Kumar
When shit hits the fan, and everything's fubar
Find u by a river, even if you gotta crawl
Sink and submarine with a bamboo straw
Space Force called, I really gotta go
Race horse stalled, is it a philly, I don't know
Chase morse code willy-nilly, hell no
It's all planned totally little bro
Yo, aka JFK Jr., who is John Galt
James Files, secrets like a bank vault
Super soldier, dna strain dominant
Group 40 high-fivers, deep state divers
I'm much hyper with the face diaper
Like a faceless cyper, see the sniper, pay the piper
He won player, it's unfair, but you should've checked
One's lair, see what he done there
The old fake your own death trick
Come on R5
I've seen it a million times Johnson
A sith showed me this flow
You'll get used to it
Shout out to Spaceman Jones and the Motherships
Pipe down R5
Double penetration, come on man
You got it Toth, here we go
Action, scene, James Blonde crossed with
James Dream, one ship, two revenue streams
Pirates chase booty, obviously dead bent
From Lady Di, to Madonna, to Miss Joan Jett
She let us fly by regardless of the age difference
A man's mission, before he has to transition
Not into trans unless they transform or make good
Transmissions, like Toyota makes good ambulances
It makes me wonder about this whole crazy blunder
How'd I miss their fake cover story like a blade runner
Ignorance is bliss, must be nice sucker
To be on edge and ice like an ice trucker
Speaking of which, wtf is up
With you peasants on the right and the left
Working this hard at this age makes little sense
Unless, I take it and use it to fake my death
Dflo, I rip my name from out the grave
Villan transitioned, so who's left to save our culture
That we love and refuse to cancel
Rap vulture turned dove, you know I'm a handful
Y'all slipping, working, government checks
Kickflipping, twerking, a pain up in the neck
Toth got the gin, juice got me flying
I want you to win, there's no use in trying
Are we done yet, I'm getting dust on my shoulder
I don't bet yo, you're making my kids get older
Time to go, scoot, flames I retard
I never worked this hard
Gimme the boot, gimme free loot, hands up don't shoot
And don't forget a credit card
I need a break from the beat cause the beat broke me
Where's the off switch, make a wish
It's for your safety
Oh shi** I'm hit, I'm going down
Eject, eject, going to ground
Pop anti-air flares, shoot down the rope
Leave 'em dazed and confused in a cloud of smoke
Invisible threat, music or the virus
Either way, it's here on papyrus
Tune it all out, mind your business
Work on mental fitness, it won't all fit in this
Hey kids, it's Harold and Kumar
When shit hits the fan, and everything's fubar
Find u by a river, even if you gotta crawl
Sink and submarine with a bamboo straw
Space Force called, I really gotta go
Race horse stalled, is it a philly, I don't know
Chase morse code willy-nilly, hell no
It's all planned totally little bro
Yo, aka JFK Jr., who is John Galt
James Files, secrets like a bank vault
Super soldier, dna strain dominant
Group 40 high-fivers, deep state divers
I'm much hyper with the face diaper
Like a faceless cyper, see the sniper, pay the piper
He won player, it's unfair, but you should've checked
One's lair, see what he done there
The old fake your own death trick
Come on R5
I've seen it a million times Johnson
A sith showed me this flow
You'll get used to it
Shout out to Spaceman Jones and the Motherships
credits
from Deep State Pizza Party, track released October 31, 2021
Written by JToth and Dflo. Scratches by DJ DP. Produced, mixed and mastered by JToth for Frozen Food Music [ASCAP] at the Cooler 4.0 in St. Louis, Missouri.
Written by JToth and Dflo. Scratches by DJ DP. Produced, mixed and mastered by JToth for Frozen Food Music [ASCAP] at the Cooler 4.0 in St. Louis, Missouri.
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