D-Pryde Mars Mixtape June 3rd
I'm the delayer of cyphers but I'm still in this unit
Can't swear, but to this beat I'm feeling criminalish
It's been weeks since I have been call out, and
My response to ya'll wantin' my verse is that I'm busy, stupid

Not known to pack a millie
Or rap bout ass and titties
But back to rip, so understand my swags will slap you silly
Click, clack get back with this lyric, getting laughed at
Grab your spine and watch you chase me like Prizzy just give it back already
You want professional circus acts, just can't breath
You trying to balance your chances, you're on a trapeze

I get a lot of unnecessary hate from dumb teenagers
They hate me like Justin Bieber and acne
To justify your hate and all your challenges
Acne could go away, and Justin Bieber is talented
So please don't fake it, for the record, you know
I just proved that all your hate is inevitable

You try to bother me, obviously, I be rocking beats
Probably, on your mom and she's body rocking up on my D
Raunchy, please, I'm a monster
We know you are a imposter
I'm colossal, a hawk, and you turkeys are feeling gobbly

They want to know what D stands for in my name
I'd gladly tell you before you think that my minds change
I'm devilish, daring, determine, dirty, derange
Disintegrating, douches, dumb-asses, demons, detain
Dummies don't damage, I'm doing dues on my dollars be
I'm stumped from this last one... Deuteronomy
You understand that D-Pryde is a D-Prophecy
You hate it, now I made it, lil suckas I want apologizes

I don't know your name but excuse my wits
But you just gotta know the truth
And I got to admit, Prizzy-Pryde is the ish
When you make it I'mma say no
Get low on the record, you and me
Go compare the Flintstones to the Jetsons
Boy, I'm known for sick credentials, a terrorist
You might they just resurrected Osama to kill this instrumental
The Neil Harris in this game, boy, it's scary cause I'm legend....
Dary

You probably sitting at home, like, "why did he do that?"
Cus my silence is equal to any one of your cool raps
You ain't one'd up, lil homie, you're "two" wack
My styles outta line and I got owls like "who that?"

I'm so nasty and best to bashing you pansies
I'm passing your asses fastly
I'm past collateral damage
And savage, commander smashin'
And ma'am and I need an asprin
I'm laughing, cause it didn't change my health at all

All hell will fall when I die
I be scary when I rhyme
You can't see me, like seeing Wesley Snipes in the night time

I pass this to one proud head
This one is now fresh
I'd like to call out, Dumb... Foun... Dead
[Outro]

D-Pryde, Mars Mix Tape June 3d. (June 3rd~)