Despot - The Last Huzzah (Remix)

Song Rating: 8.62/10

Song lyrics:

Breast milk, you made my day
Know we had to do a remix right
Take that, take that

Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three b**hes in an MPV
Half a gallon of Georgie Porgie
And cranberry: thats the P.O.P
Love pa**ion, a recipe for terror
We mix them sh**s together and then we have an orgy
We live this life forever
We never gonna stop, you with us, lemme hear you scream

[Verse 1: Despot]
One vodka soda poured over 4-leaf clovers
He be the luckiest f** this side of the rainbow you know of
He seen the blood and the guts and the gang signs get thrown up
He seen the fight and the fuss for that same pot of gold
But he hold the dice and he roll em and if he lose, its a hold up
Plus got them sticks and them stones thatll bust them thin brittle bones up
Wont switch his pitch or his tone up for no one b**h, he a grown up
The kid is so so what they didnt think he would show up
Slow up, happy to be here, muster up three cheers
Hip-hip, who are you; hear, hear
Huzzah sis-boombah, cue the fanfare
Go fetch the man of the year, a goddamn chair
Hes half there, ditched the other half willy-nilly
Buss how he hit the town, cocked back, slapping it silly
Dont beat him while he down off whatever his favorite swill be
I aint a k**a but dont k** me

[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]
Beer and whiskey shots, weirder than 50
Pac, Biggie, or Ricky Ross
Im Jiggy, Im Vicky Vasquez
Dont love the game, shot clocking above the game
Ballers and shotcallers be calling me Bob Costas
Im Immortal Technique: Im Obnoxious
Hella-people telling me to stop it
Probably be jealous cause we sell it at a profit
Keenan and Kellin it and its awesome
Im Nas man, Im Gods Son, nah dunn, Im on One
Im dumb, I dont got guns dude
But lets battle and see who sons who
Im reading Sun-Tzu, translating Don k**uminati into Spanish
Wrapping my body in bandages

[Verse 3: Heems]
Drunk driving on a Wednesday, all my friends be rapping
They always be writing, wake up tomorrow, like what happened
The verse done, and its always aiite tho
Ayo, Michael Jackson is Monty Python (What?)
All of yall pricks can s** my dick (Dick!)
Im stupid as sh**, but Im bout to be rich (Rich!)
Im at the Pizza Hut, Im at the Taco Bell
The combination made my eyes bleed (See what I did I there?)
Its Herman, Im swerving, the nervous MC
Ill rap on the track if my friends let me (Thank you friends!)
You guys aiite, but I aint tryna have an orgy (Nothing personal!)
The Jameson, the ginger ale, occasionally the Georgi (Off it!)
The Popov, the Dubra, all of that sh** (All of it!)
Proper and super, they falling back quick (Quick)

I got three shirts and they all look expensive (Two of em do!)
2000 Volkswagen mad old and dented
Skateboard P, Ashanti: foolish (Foolish!)
The worst rapper on this track, third coolest

[Verse 4: Danny Brown]
Straight shots of Cuervo, blunts to the neck
Got a rat b**h that smoke blacks until the plastic melt
My legacy is shining like a diamond on a tanning bed
Climbing on you n***as, put the iron to your head
Instead, you n***as tryin to get ahead
Like a stray bullet, you n***as misled
Im about my bread, you aint, you can roll
Try and stop that, get a bagel-sized hole
Cause it a been nice, heat the house, use a stove
Took a cold bath to walk to school in the snow
Now I take it back, when these n***as was fronting
Now I got something, they aint worried about nothing, n***a
Me and my n***as about to take the world over
Me and my n***as about to take the world over
Rolling out a onion, blunts Paul Bunyan
Onion booty b**h crying, deep throating something

[Verse 5: El-P]
Straight shots of the sterno plus, wick stuck in the bottle empty
Three blocks to the target we lit it and lob it hard at Sentry
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me
Six oclock we meet up and divvy the shells among the youngins
Seven continents in the sh** and smoke like its f**in London
Just before they ate up the funds our harmony love was bumping
Now government issue nines are pointed where your blood is pumping
Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces
Elll vent on you harder than Fukushima breezes
In the end when a dozen or so ajourn to reason
Youll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons
With inverted 31s and other unlucky omens
Thats why I chug 7 and 7s til Im f**ing homeless
And every time you think my fifteen minutes of fame are up
Ill spit another sixteen to prove to the world I f**ing own it

[Verse 6: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire]
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Couple thousand views on Youtube a n***a still hungry
No food in my stomach and my pockets f**ed up
Plus my mother still work so why should I give a f**?
f** a blog, f** a label, f** a meeting, f** an A&R
f** a co-sign, mothaf**a f** it all
Still lost as Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
Skull f** her, smut, nuttin try to catch her in the eye
Big belly still take my shirt off like Nelly
Rasta pasta for Footprints buy liquor out the deli and sh**
My pops negligence done made me rebellious
Arrested Development the rest is irrelevant
f** a throne watch the project bench covered in pigeon sh**
This for my n***a Los til we see him again
Stretch a n***a like a regular tee from the outlet
Hidin my rhyme book from the grammaton clerics
Mishka bear, obnoxious as Roger Klotz
I plot as the clock tick tocks to make the world s** my cock
Validated in every wrong decision I ever did
My ex girlfriend thought I wouldnt ever be sh**
Well looky here b**h my dick grew 6 inches since then
Will I make it out the projects? I guess it depends, huzzah, b**h!

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 05:12