Lyrics Smithereens - DZ

Too many days I fucked up
Could trust none
Been stepped on and chewed up
And tossed on
Had to respawn and come back
A martyr here to murder
Any motherfucker in my path
Been 16 with eccys and eskies
With fake cunts who did nothing but test me
Fill my body narcotics but i'm empty
Try to win the favor of anybody
Who let me (Anybody)
Huh
Now i see where the real is
True ones, still here
We can do this
My team TJ and they knew this
Had to eat shit, kick rocks
Just to build this
I see get fucked
With your fake noise
Hit 'em with a lyrical cannon
Like i'm Blastoise
Did it 'til i'm sick in the stomach
Like it was food poison
Huh
Huh
Digest pills I wanted to fill a deep void and
Been sent to Earth
Just to destroy it
Seen men run
They wanna e-void it
Battle me?
I show you where to invoice it
Better pay this fee
It ain't free to be toyed with
Been fucked too much
For me to be coy bitch
We can fisticuff
They in a hole or ditch
Yeah
You wack as shit
You rappers
Can't speak like this
You actors
I seen them try
I see these fakes
You all can suck my dick
We are not alike
I'm a real one
Through the depths of hell
What i been on
What i been on
Now my aliens here
We the fenom
Here us come
You can tell by the theme song
They can't take it when the heats on
They try to come back
Wanna lean on
But they only see now
When the team strong
Back then when i didn't have shit
And I couldn't do this
Not one of you cunts were ever keen on me
Yeah

They already know what the fuck it is
Trip Jacket Mafia
Let's go!

All I ever knew is move
With the movement
Spit bars that flew and skewed through the booth with
All of my might
This mic like a blueprint
How to make cunts despise you through music
In Sydney these guys gotta prove shit
But stepping to me
Get schooled they my students
I spit *ack phew"
They like how I do this
TJM we hellhounds you stupid
Prove this game
Can't fuck with me when I nuke it
Puking, so sick bars
That'll make 'em turn blue
When tryna keep up with the pace that I zoom at
These rappers like Zubat
Way they not looking at me on a beat
When I get cooking
I see them retreat
See 'em all shook
They cannot compete
With a click-clack boom
The reaper you meet
And it's still not one
Better than me
Built this up evidently
I don't want your sympathy
I wanna blow you cunts
Into smithereens
TJ platoon like fucking marines
It's shell after shell this artillery
Boutta pick you apart
Piece by piece
We don't stop until all you rappers deceased