MC Dave Strider - Trilly | Текст песни

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• MC Dave Strider
• Trilly

It's TurntechbasedGodhead
Behind Stiller shades, my eyes red.
Spitting what these addicts crave.
So many lines, my nose bled.
All mixtapes for the bloggers.
Yummy raps, no Betty Crocker.
Like when Jade listens to me when playing she's no-lifing Frogger.

Say Bro, say Bro, what's on the agenda?
Maybe a quick scrap atop our Texas hacienda.
We don't feel any of you fake rappers out here playing on the airwaves.
You started rapping yesterday?
Well I been on it since my birth date.

I'm a rapping battle master.
Samurai sword clasher.
Nasty on the mic though my style is so dapper.
Yo there's apple juice in my teacup,
And all you high bloods try to keep up.
I'm in first class, with no trash, all this swag isn't enough

Though Terezi want's these lips.
I hope she's in for a drug trip.
I'm so dope, she won't say nope.
When her cheeks start to glow rose.
But it's all good, I bring the heat.
A top the crop, this is elite.
Let those trolls know, I don't play.
So they don't have to stand, they can a seat.

Try to battle me and you'll be in the dust.
Leaving sultry sirens who only lust.
No gold chains and no gold teeth,
In meaningless objects I don't put trust.
I'm not another kid reaching for the stars.
I've ascended pass them and set the bar.
This game I play sets the stage and
I'll win with high scores in my name.

Texas trill, trough think and thin.
And I'm the answer, should you ask again.
The Knight of Time but I can't rewind.
To the start when I was innocent.
So when end game approaches
I'll be ready and you know it
My skill exceeds the extent.
That's that Strider swag I represent.

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