Trife-A-Saurus Rex - DSP, Apathy

You can’t handle the heavyweight, I’ll blow your spine

Like imaginin' a hoe, I could blow your mind

You cats at shows don’t even know your rhymes

You better start payin' your hype man for overtime

Every other line seems to be a quote from mine

Like if I was Biggie Smalls and you cats were Shine

I’ll smack you blind, suplex and crack your spine

Snatch your shine like acts of crime, then slap your dime

For trynna stand in front of a punk-ass man

Throwin' upper hands like my fists won’t land

I’m the diabolical deadliest biological war

The highly volatile raw, fry your molecules more

Than an atomical bomb, the comical dawn

With your aunt and ya mom on both arms at ya prom

Gotcha little sister in her bedroom strippin' her thong

Talkin' to me on the NET at Apathy.com

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

My heart pulsates beats and bumps bass 'til my pulse rate

Developin' a skeleton with metal in his skull plate

Headbutt your dome with the impact of lead buck from chrome

I’ll earthquake and crush your home… base

Toxic waste struck the clones so doctors race

To reconstruct the bones and replace

(The chromosomes in your face) I’ll steal your soul

Throw it through the ozone and let it roam through space

(The underground’s been polluted by you little soft suckers)

«I really don’t enjoy it when they say motherfucker!»

Well motherfucker guess what, I’m mentally wise

Whether parentally advised or intellectually high

I’m arrogant, talk down to inferior fags

My head’s so big I’ll use trash bags for do-rags

You trynna run up on Celph with demos and shit (Hahaha!)

He’ll sign you… (If you let me fuck your bitch!)

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

Yo, I want the fame and fortune, treasures and wealth

Young girls dream about me to pleasure theirself

I went straight to the finals, skip the audition

Spit some raw writtens and ripped the competition

Stuck chicks on tour, grabbin' their hair

I’m havin' affairs with pairs in extravagant lairs

Come home to my wife and she’s packin' my wares

Swingin' at me with a steak knife, stabbin' the air (Get the fuck out!)

(I'm the Trife-A-Saurus Rex!) Baddest cat in the pack

Rollin' with Celph (A black gat strapped in the Ac')

I make calls to terrify, babies run in the street

Cop dough when we do show with Governor Pete

Got my brothers in the family and blood’s thicker than water

It’s deep, I’m the Godfather to Open Mic’s daughter

And all you rappin' bitches who wanna provoke and battle…

Step to Trife-A-Saurus or the Eso-pterodactyl!

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex

You know it’s pimped out, why would you ever want to step

Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex