Lyrics:

Every lyric I spit makes you wanna go back and revisit the lyrics you writ, dribbling, scribble em out, punks, who you fucking with?
Dont threaten nor lecture me, shits about to get extra messy and heavy
The four man cypher, let me decipher it, side effects, cant decide if its&a competition. Whether it is or it isnt - I bet its hit all of our competitive sides - to do better than the next and previous guy. Because that is what Rap is about. But its all love here
Use to have writers block. Now this is writers block. Producers as the neighbourhood watch. We dont do drive-bys, we do walk ups as the neighbours watch
Me, and these three, were gonna kill shit and this is the best spot to do it
Wondering who will be my first protégé, D.Trap isnt my given name, its sobriquet, got sold a tube lubricant by a group of gays, bouquet, my stability is precarious, various parents so wary as to where I am
So your parents are probably wondering what the fuck you are watching and Im just like, Fuck em. Because Ive got this, and seven other middle fingers. So yall can suck 'em
And looking at you compared to us, you must have a license to suck, cause&we can lean on you, bruv. Like a fucking crutch
I, Chaynes and our iron chains have came to change the game, derail the train, impregnate the game again
With nine years of this Rap shit under my belt still people wonder how Im about, how these words come from outta my mouth, 12 hours of my day were spent writing bars down. Just tryna&master my craft, now Im the Martial of Arts, Marshall of art
This is 2016 bitch, the year of no slacking. Ball grabbing, just pure Rapping
Im Rocky Marciano with the gloves, Phil Collins on the drums, still got Madeleine McCann stuffed in my Candy Van, heading to Candy Land or so she thinks, not into these social things, it fucking stinks
I had almost quit this Rap shit. But then I remember the people who tell me I cant do it
Faggots, to show you all Im a Rap addict, Im back at it, ready for another stab, another crack at it
To us youre just a counterfeit. We talk the truth, here with my army, youre Rapping about Armani, but Chaynes has already said, You cant even buy the belt of it
Bout to go in on it. Better believe it
My homies are telling me to leave it, but, I roll like paraplegic, so, haters, you better shut your mouths or Ill get some sellotape to seal it
Im not getting any younger, always going up with age like Im on a ramp-age, get it? Rampage?
I dont care whether youre Queen Latifah slash Wiz Khalifa or Rita Ora, so, bitch, why you queefing at me for? Why would you be a dork and start beef for? I eat my meat raw with a folk. Beat my meat til its sore. Get close to nothing but whores, so close I say, Oh, shit, shes got a face like a horse., So you fucking whores better take a step back before I break your nose when I close the door
I said that slowly so you could capture that bar. Ha. Just thinking of feminists makes me laugh, thinking of feminists angry makes me hard
Shouldnt be offended by this shit, but fuck it, if the shoe fits&
Women can fake an orgasm, but I can fake an entire relationship
Dont mean to boast, but the way I wrote deserved a shrine on its own, so, you bozos better take a step back before you get your excellence cracked, you dont want me heading for my chicken scratch, taking on you would be like itching an itch, its as simple of that, its a wrap. But its not over yet
Exes be texting me, telling me, to get over them. Get over yourselves first and then I might consider it you inconsiderate, ignorant, bitches, sick of it, this shits is ridiculous, isnt it?
Some Yungen told me to Play Dirty. Well, Im not gonna play nice, Im a mix of Jon Koppenhaver with Ray Rice and a bit of O.J. Simpson on the side
To the Rappers who think theyre the shit, you are. Youre the shit that falls outta my ass crack cause you cant grasp the fact that you cant have half the skill that we have
And now Im feeding off other Rappers. And when I say Im feeding off em, it really means Im eating em, no meet and greet, I aint never been so fucking hungry
I wanna sulk so dont approach me, dont insult or even provoke me, Im getting nothing but pregnant teens, coming up to me, telling me, my bars are on fleek or are peak, I dont even know what that means. (What does that even mean? Speak English, you queer)
I'm still addicted to Rap
This Rap shit...I dropped out of school for it, got a job to afford it now going to the booth to record it. Yall wanting me to slow down, Im just waiting for LowDowns album to come out, so he can throw down
What kind of a society do we live in when 15-year-old is getting oral, its immoral slash awful. Makes me sick to my stomach, cause of it, not a tone of it just some of it, Im making fun of it, son of a bitch, I dont even know what month it is, fuck this, but in all seriousness&
I dont wanna hurt you&but fuck it. Im going to. Boys do I have permission? Just say when and Ill spray, uh! Gotta do this shit, yo, even if it means my reputation takes a murderous blow or hits a personal low, so? I've got no feelings to go, the writer within me is appealing to hoes, I feed you the flow, feet to the floor, eat the beat, bon appetit, bro, and he knows&
Youve listened close enough&to get angry and offended, so listen up
Hip-Hop is everything to me. And you cannot take that away from me
Its the only thing Ive continuously brought with me throughout my history
It isnt a mystery why I dont Rap about bitches and money, that shit gets to me, it really just isnt a gist for me
December was the worst month of my life, had a bad day? Well, I had a month full. Got dumbed by a cunt, now Im an Uncle. Didnt handle it as well as some do, but what do I know? Im just some dude
This is my art, this is what I do. And if Ive offended you - in any way, chances are you were an emotional wreck anyway
Never be in a relationship again? Fine. Lose a handful of best mates down the line? So, what? I dont mind, they are just some of the sacrifices Im willing to make to make it. Success is the best revenge, they hate to see you doing better than them
Rappers behind the mic be dissing me. They wouldnt be dissing me if they were here with me, right next to me, listening to me. You fucking sissies. This is just a little sample of what you get if you mess with me. I dont take back anything I say, Im just angry, its a passing phase
Give me another minute to spit it abit quick, lit wick, spit vinegar and liquorice with liquor and Vicks in this bitch. Twisted liquid mix of Sig Sauer and six Sourz, listening to Yaowa, you fucking pig/cowards, I pick power. All of my opponents, I destory you with this one component. I own you
Youre thinking when will I end this shit, so Imma end it
Lets cut the small talk like an umbilical cord cause lifes too short, rest in peace to my Uncle Paul. Better get comfortable. Cause were here for the long-haul. To you, thats a midlife crisis, believe the hype this&is the beginning of a new era, no error, all four of us could bust all eight nuts but still give no fucks
So children cover your ears, bitches and gents cross your legs like you need a piss, cause this&this right here is history in the making. Leaving you haters second guessing about putting up defence mechanisms. Life is what you make it. But it all starts with what you make of yourselves. The David Trap Project is coming soon so stay tuned, thank you. D.Trap