D!CKHEAD lyrics

[Intro]
PROP, who made it?
So, I'm back (I'm back, I'm back, b*tch)
Yah, and this one's called "D!CKHEAD"

[Hook]
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Man, I'm just sat here beginning to lose control
Ki-Ki-Ki-Kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
Wh-Wh-Wh-When I say I'm climbing through the ranks
I want God, though (T-Too)
If you want the smoke, I'll smack the fag right out your gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up, fill it up, lean, I'm f*cked
My br-br-brain just d-d-d-d-d-did a f*cking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my b*tch, we doing 2C-B and seeing stuff

[Verse 1]
I-I ain't playing even so Steven can suck my semen
You leaching and f*cking preaching
Now shut the f*ck up, uh
If a di*khead got me drunk enough
I'd slump a c*nt for f*cking nothing, uh
And I don't give a f*ck no more (No more)
Two f*cks, you ain't getting no more (No more)
Two f*cks, you ain't getting no morе
I put my pen to the pad, if the pеn writes crud
Then the pen is the punk to be blamed
I'll back my b*tch if a b*tch beef her
I'ma back my bad B's every claim
And don't, don't like them man that act like
They do bits when they out on stage
Some f*cking pricks wanna act too tough
Call bluff
[Hook]
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Man, I'm just sat here beginning to lose control
Ki-Ki-Ki-Kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
Wh-Wh-Wh-When I say I'm climbing through the ranks
I want God, though (T-Too)
If you want the smoke, I'll smack the fag right out your gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up, fill it up, lean, I'm f*cked
My br-br-brain just d-d-d-d-d-did a f*cking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my b*tch, we doing 2C-B and seeing stuff
Pu
[Interlude]
(Yeah) Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (It's "D!CKHEAD")
Yeah, yeah (It's "D!CKHEAD")
Yeah, yeah (It's "D!CKHEAD", it's "di*kHE-")

[Verse 2]
I'm a mo'f*cking di*khead
I f*ck up anything I jump on
BVDLVD run up on the beat and beat it, man
I don't even give no f*cks
My drugs got me up in a place of leaning, man
So why you gotta poke your nose up my arse
Like one of them COVID screenings cuz?
Too many man just cat-cat-cat-cat-cat
Pussies got me heated, fam
If you got the balls to send, my friend, then do it
I'll leave you leaking harder than my singles when I preview it
I might just f*ck up the rap game, that's how the UK do it
Man just got back from a break
And now these rappers wanna start sh*t, uh
Since September, I been laughing
I'm too busy blowing up, Bin Laden, uh
Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin, uh
That's your dad and you know it, you're a smart kid
b*tch, I'm right on target, I'm focused right now
Gonna shell 'til I see that claret, I'll back it
When I roll with malice and madness
You ain't got that BVDLVD flow
Like I'm a mo'f*cking punk
Like I'm a mo'f*cking di*khead, man
I'm back to backhand
Slap your nan, man (Slap your nan, man)
[Interlude]
f*ck 2020
2020 be sh*t
f*ck that sh*t
Aye, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
f*ck this madness
Ki-Ki-Kick back, leave it to the dogs
Man, I'm coming for the big racks and feed it to the stocks
Man, I'm getting more than interest, I fascinate the gods
Man, I'm getting all them big checks and give it to the squad
I'll give any man a left hook
If you cap or jack my flow I'll hit you with that textbook
Bally on or bally off, I'll leave you with your next crook
pus*y wanna square up but can't even hold a press up
Look at me and tell me to my face that I ain't next up

[Outro]
PROP, who made it?