This that blind-sighted blow
That pyro flamethrower, aim for ya
Spray, ain’t even ubercharged
Vision high aperture, like f#ck a gaussian blur
That HD gorgeous, slick like swords for sirs
Can’t stop racing horses once they’re off
The bass it claps, I’m pacing back and forth
I light that molotov
That boom, that flame, them sheet pre-writtens
Like LSD trippin’
I’m Mike Skinner smitten
You should dry your eyes and stop your b#tchin’
One man fire squad, like buck shot spread
That zero miss, like f#ck the fakes and f#ck the current government, you’re fickle
Of course Boris sucks, look at his initials
And thе piss poor panto he’s performing in his current position
A primе minister shittin’ on promises and country wide commitments, it’s pitiful
Ain’t gon’ pity the fool, the z’ed team
Who always f#ck up just meeting in middle
Getting sh#t off my chest I ain’t gon’ do it little
Especially when a countries been chewing on gristle
Almost a year or so
Ain’t gon’ stay quiet
Ain’t gon’ stay silent
Clown leading rats
But kids won’t fall for the pied piper
Ain’t gon’ stay quiet
Ass, light fire
Won’t pass while times dire
So I ain’t gon’ stay quiet
This that tiger roar, that dragon flame attack, that Toradora track
Aurora borealis, light up like Thanos’s snap
Eric Bana chopper rap, so chop ’em up, attack
But do it so damn nonchalant
You’d think I’d have a choir backing track
Like a quiet place, you make a sound, you’ll lose your face
Like dog from pound
Leave ya screaming loud
Like pound cake vocal sample, times a handful
Jet pack flows like Mando
Amaze and make eyes pop like Pedro Pascal
Pen and pencil special, drop like cartoon anvils
You’ve had ample time to profit from a crime
And yet you’re left with bollocks while I’m selling rhymes like dimes
And RIP to one of the finest ever to slay
The villainy he teached me through impeccable mic game
Bring out the true DOOM, for naysayers, target, aim
D-B-L-E-T, all caps for a mans name
And RIP to one of the finest ever to slay
The villainy he teached me through impeccable mic game
Bring out the true DOOM, for naysayers, target, aim
D-B-L-E-T, all caps for a mans name
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DBLE_T Lyrics – Toradora