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[Eminem]
Back’s to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I’m talking a lot of
Shit but I’m backing it all up
But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished, I am your lack of a conscience
I’m the ringing in your ears
I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eatin’ your vocal chords after your concerts
I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
Grab for some water
But I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
I’m the bullies you hate that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult
Batter, but the double-standards you have
When it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper’s persona
Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had ’til it’s gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them

[Evanescene] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Notorious B.I.G]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin’ screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin’ blew up
Choppin’ rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin’
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Runnin’ from the police, picture that
Nigga, I’m too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That’s why I bust back, it don’t phase me
When he drop, take his Glock and I’m Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make
(I repeat)
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[2Pac]
But still I’m havin’ memories of high speed when the cops crashed
As I laugh, pushin’ the gas while my Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
But stay true, sippin’ 22’s of brew
And now media is tryna test me
Got the press askin’ questions, tryna stress me
Misery is all I see, that’s my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
He screamed “Thug Life!” and emptied the clip
Got tired of runnin’ from the police

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Eminem]
There they go, packin’ stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like Bozos
He’s wondering if he should spit this slow
Fuck no! Go for broke
His cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain’t had a real buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
Theyve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as before
Bashing in the brains of these hoes
And establishing a name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited
You can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talking about when we riot
You dealin with a few true villains
Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin
And spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
Now rewind it!
Payback muthafucka for the way that you doubted me hows it taste?
When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
Im Hannibal Lecter so just in case youre thinking of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place
So Drake

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke
All that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch”
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 3: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad ,ho?

[Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me
Yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Shit, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position
Come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention
Knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be puttin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless
You ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understandin’ your regard, really had nothin’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Ho, I do millions on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu so it’s okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy
That old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip
(Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Intro]
[?]

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money

[Verse 1]
Word ’round the town I’m the new God of town
Word ’round the town, fuck around we’ll gun you down
Finnessed ’em out her 20 ’cause that nigga was a clown
I got that Glock with that motherfuckin’ 30 round
Young nigga playin’ in the club wet her down
Young nigga got that water, Alex Silverstein
Polo design on ’em, no I got the shine on ’em
Ear ring drop the dime on ’em, just to put the shine on ’em
P[?] me some bandages, 4 hoes in the Mandarin
We on the 17 floor, you know how this shoulda go
Oriental [?] marble on the tile kitchen floor
We hand out the bitch though, and that nigga kissed a hoe
[?] Crisco, diamonds they on disco
Mailed them back from Fresno, [?] ten-fold
Workin’ at the wing gate, I just made a 10 play
I just dropped like 10 K, I just dropped like 10 a day

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money

[Intro]
Can’t keep my hands on myself
Put another dress, and come a little closer, baby
Since you got my soul in your hands

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Verse: 1]
Uuuu, I’m still lie on a grass, but I can to feel your breath still
Your the heart, is beatin’ still so loud, got me over riped, but I feel it still

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Verse: 2]
Uuuu, Eazy going, eazy going
Hardly working, hardly working
I’m lieing on a grass, but I still can feel your breath
And then you come to me and told me

Not afraid, not afraid (uuuuuuu)
Not streesed, not stressed (uuuuuu)
Not dressed, not dressed (uuuuuu)
I can’t see it, but I can feel it (on my skin)

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Ding Dong and Bravo continues to get us moving with his new dance video “Dweet (Genna Bounce).”

Towards the end of the video, he injected his single “Flairy” a song that sparked some controversy last year when he took a shot at Busy Signal. The cut for “Dweet” was directed by RD Studios and starts out with a security guard patrolling an empty parking lot before sitting in a chair and falling asleep. The cut features several members of the Ravers Clavers crew doing the Genna Bounce dance.

“If yo waan look some gal, dweet, if yo waan leave wid yo friend, dweet, if yo waan smoke some trees, dweet, Mi no care who a frowns or a kiss them teeth, if yo waan buy out the bar, dweet, say yo ago mash up the club, dweet,” Ding Dong deejay. The Ravers Clavers leader is currently one of the hottest dancehall artists on the scene after scoring one of the most popular songs locally last year with, “Shoulda Fi A Fling.” Even the Jamaican Prime Minister got in on the action by doing the popular dance move.

Ding Dong says he has a lot in store for his fans this year. Watch the video for “Dweet (Genna Bounce)” below.

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