Dani Ultra - PUNK (pt. II) Lyrics

Yo
A chain hangs from the motherf*ckin' waist
Of the mistake who keeps raisin' the stakes, I'm a disgrace
Ugh, I'm making haste straight towards the f*ckin' life I chase
And I embrace the fact that I'll be erased, my life's a waste
But I hope I
Pop off, -pussies should brace to meet my mace
Before I
Lop off, your head from ya neck and wear ya face
Like I am Leatherface, but beat the case, like I'm O.J
Nobody was f*ckin' with my juice and now these bitches want a taste
So I
Heard word that you're hurt I ain't rememberin' ya name
While I was unheard, you weren't worried 'bout my campaign
All these f*ckers that I used know, don't know the friend they claim
So keep my motherf*cking name, off of your tongue, ya little lame
Cus I can make ya make obtain a maintaining sorta pain
I be carving with my blade just to sear the wound up with my flame
Ayy, so okay, I, proclaim
That you should get up out the way, and watch how Dani run game
Ayy
So sit back, as I flow from the tap
Half breed on the track, rolling Rs as I rap
Like, rat-a-tat-tat-ta-taa-ta-ta ta
I feel the rhythm and scat, then I go on the track
And, run the miles, cus I'm just that cat
That's a fact, I'm so swag, when I rap the Boom Bap
Ugh, you scared to do this, cus you know you'd slack
Man, you motherf*ckers could never have a drive like that
You know I
Bust like a nine, hit the gas, and I gun it
Hop behind the wheel and take my shit up the summit
To stunt on these puppets, and make them kick buckets
To topple all these f*ckin' pussies thinkin' they're above it
I can teach these bitches, how to f*ckin' shut it
I be coming at the neck like how a razor cut it
My shit so slick, that ya wonder where I tuck it
Bitch, I do this shit until I
Run it
Ayy
I'm Volatile, like a live grenade
Been tryna act like the sane, but can't keep up the masquerade
Ugh
I guess I'm riled, got not a f*ckin' thing to trade
Life ain't give me a thang, can't make no f*ckin' lemonade
Ugh
I lost my smile, forgot how it's conveyed
And I think my friends forgot my name with me being busy everyday
Ugh
In my domicile, writing up a charade
And I been gettin' surveyed, by old friends who don't know my name
Like
It's been a while, you can see this punk has changed
And it is f*cking insane, how fast I upgrade
I'm at my lightest weight, but heavy in swag, I can persuade
The baddest bitch to let me paint up her face, I dominate
And like the Nile, I am flowing, never swayed
By these f*ckin' pussies tryna tell me what I should say
Bitch, I got my own style, just need the songs to get made
So that these bumps get played, and I can eat like buffet, ha
Beat change, so the rhyme flip like my mood
They conclude, I'm so rude, and they see I'm tattooed
Starin' like"who this dude, thinking he can intrude?"
I elude, the comprehension of weak minded fools
I came to drill it home, so I guess you're screwed
I'm driving every nail into the wall if I think you protrude
Bitch, I'm bitter and cold, with that way I've brewed
And still I woo, up bad moms, I love to see them nude
Ugh, I'm tryna know how my hometown in six-zero-five?
There's almost nobody here I like, and there's nobody here I'm like
So I'm like, 'least I can choose for whom I f*ckin' ride or die
Look, my closest friend's from Illinois, I f*ck with every walk of life
So, who the f*ck are you, to try and give me strife?
I bust rhymes, and not 9s, I can fight, but love life
And I'm tryna find, the best I, can design
So I write, and confine, my mind, into these lines
And I write the line so fine
Peace.