http://www.myspace.com/ddubswinch
http://www.zshare.net/audio/7138636463bcbcb1/
Lyrics:
You wanted me to come back,
how dumb that’s how I become rap,
so unwrap the presents as I remember my past,
22 years it fuckin feels like forever...
I guess the one, the one that you wanted,
and I’m here times like a hundred,
so what’s left for me to-do,
who-knew that I’d fuckin become you,
I guess some shit you can’t undo,
I’d walk a 1,000 miles then still run two…
Just look at me as I give you a reason,
to still eat sleep have sex and keep breathin,
but fuck that when fuck is the weekend,
I’m not shallow I’ve gone off the deep end,
yeah check as I’m facebook creepin,
it’s been 3 days and I’m still not sleepin...
This ones for love if you can’t afford it,
then don’t change and still act whorish,
or throw in the towel just for one more quit,
as she fuckin opened her legs-and four fit (forfeit),
so what can I say to get me inta more shit,
I haven’t learned my lesson in 22 years but…
Yeah you gotta know the best in the league win,
and that’s me on every record I’m speakin,
I won’t stop every second I’m breathin,
I’ll still write and have this tension feelin,
long gone as aggression releasin,
from all the nonsense I took for a year...
Some my lines so dope you wanna snort them,
get high and release those endorphins,
but a side effect you’ll be morphin,
and turn ill-just depends on the portion,
so do a sentence I’ll be the court then,
you’ll be gone for a whole fuckin year...
Yeah since I’m back rap is okay now,
they dug a hole can’t find their way out,
and the fake shit it better stay out,
it’s like overtime it gets played out,
you want an action figure get a playhouse,
cause I’ve lived here for 22 years…
See what I did I left you distracted,
got you thinkin it’s a diss track kid,
but it’s just me don’t dispatch him,
cause this mixtape will miss match them,
I’m fuckin gone don’t need ta make sense,
and I haven’t for 22 years but...
Yeah now I’m pissed I guess I suppose this,
is just a reason for me to expose this,
ain’t it funny ain’t it somethin atrocious,
everything I’ve known is everything I noticed,
so I stay here keep myself focused,
and to those I thought were my closest,
you’re long gone I’m still the dopest,
I guess it’s the truth you’re all fuckin bogus…
I’m lookin around like yeah what’s dope,
not much-do you a fuck no,
and I look as I have this much wrote,
I guess to get ahead I gotta be cut throat,
I said to get ahead I gotta be cut throat,
I’m sure it’ll take it a minute to sink in…
You look at me and asked what happened,
with girls the way that you rappin,
I wish tennis I played that damn,
cause I’d never lose with my fuckin back hand,
there I go you are trapped again,
but I won’t stop I’ll do this forever…
INTERLUDE...
Now I gotta shout out the best fuckin rap fan,
it’s Jamal I fuckin love that man,
is it Rick Rose no that’s Dan,
Hurricane Rick he's out kickin trashcans,
and startin fights I got your back man,
and I will for the rest of my life…
No I’m not done there’s still more drama,
I miss the first floor I miss Lanza,
it was a civic I got me a Honda,
and I miss Sean but more his persona,
and COD 4 I miss that trauma,
it’s only been a year but it feels like forever…
This is for my brother Ryan McDevitt,
fuck her son, don't fuckin let it,
Get to you, you know I'm here son,
So's Philly now that's where you're from,
And I'm still here, grab a chessboard,
We're both Kings and fuckin less is more,
We were both pawns, or so it seems,
But you need a King to play not a fuckin queen...