LYRICS:

Dearly beloved
I'll set my scope ain't a Busta
Pull up I'll keep it a hundred
Fuck two cents keep it a buck
And some change cuz my dimes fronting

By the time my quarter's done
Your impression of me is something
Along the lines of "Fuck him,
When he was alive nothing
Is all he did like he's cupping
His nuts and he's only coming
Only when dishes spunk,"

We're gathered tonight dumping
Our condolences to pundits
Getting Bobby Plebblestoned
To death

What they know is best
For them is what they moan and vent
About shut your hoe-ing mouth
Biting the hand that's going out
Of their way to drop votes down

You want the smoke
Cuz you got a casket for foes
You're the 6 feet below
Coffin and as your lid'll close
No one digs your shit anymore

Spitters turn to singing woes
Cuz they can copy Drizzy Flow
To avoid the Meek's Milly blowing
Going Back to Back at domes
Search for me, Google this Chrome
Unloading

Blunt like the dro I'm toting
It's grave your tomb's stoned
Raided like Lara's Womb though
Bobby be getting wounded more
Than Joyner at Tarantino
By that Logic, you're screwed
Trying to flow like real Emcees do

Hundred round toms at your crews
I been on top gunning fools
That jet round starting up feud
In the Cypher fuck your funeral
I can't kill the dead choose some more
Targets that I be used to lowering
In the dirt who's to know
I desecrated you for gold

Who's been around longest
In MHH who's sparring often
With the punchline hardest dropping
Not softening stalling
I Putin the shit harsher
Pop Little Boys I'm the bomb refusing to slow

To the bros apalling to bear dude should hear
My clause is often cause of stares
When stepping to me always here
To get a foot in Dom prevails
In slaughtering an artist
Whether deserving or not

D.O.M - MHH Cypher Vol. 31 (2022) (prod. HUBLOTKINGCOLE)

Ran by some asshat who decided to start rapping.

D.O.M - MHH Cypher Vol. 31 (2022) (prod. HUBLOTKINGCOLE)

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