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Devvon Terrell

Break Ya Neck

 

Break Ya Neck

(album: #12DaysOfChristmas - 2015)


[Futuristic:]
Bang your head until you start to break your spinal cord
All I do is ball like it was March, I made the final four
Got that game up on my back and I'm not even kinda sore
You done fell in love with a girl that's not even kinda yours
Bro, I been doing this too long it seems like second nature I mean
Whoa, I been making all these hit songs that are wack when compared to "Greatest"
Oh, all y'all used to be good like the Los Angeles Lakers
If they on my neck I make 'em disappear just like a (tape worm)
(Close to trace) it might get ugly. Taking shots, don't Elmer Fudd me
When my songs come up they make a face like they smell something funky
Scratch they're head like they're a monkey consistent never been rusty
I been shitting on 'em that so long that I just put on a "Huggie"
Damn boy, don't act you ain't a fan, boy
Don't act like you're not Peanut Butter to all of my goddamn
Jam boy, don't act like you be stunting, boy you fronting
Can't be really kidding a man, boy
Don't act like you was first I'm an Iphone you're an Android
Ooh, I could bust a rhyme on anything I please
I could take your bitch because I'm a Big Mac, no Mickey Dee's
Everybody saying shesh, I could rip the entire beat
But Imma get something to eat, Devvon kill 'em
Y'all rest in peace, sheesh!

[Devvon Terrell:]
R I P or rest in peace to the haters that are doubting me
I wish you could see
I see that your team don't make no noise on my radar
You fear us, when you see us, that you breathing heavy like Darth Vader
Selling all that shit that I used like your name was eBay
Coming for you, yelling mayday, I don't care if it's your B-day
Keeping my head in the game or you could call a nigga EA Futuristic
Pass the ball, sound like we running a relay
Hit 'em again, and again, and again. Like we till stuttering (til it is payday)
Follow the leader
How could I ever mislead ya?
Squad is so big you shaking like seizures
Call up the doctor and tell 'em you need her
Hit em so hard that they needin procedures
I can't believe it, I look at my DM
Alone with your girl at the Garden of Eden
Washing these niggas, I'm feeling so tired
Somebody pass the detergent, you are so worthless
I don't think that, you deserve it
Where did you learn this? I've never heard it
This your first time getting bodied? You a virgin
Fucking with me you should curve it, if you watching me then enjoy
And break your fucking neck boy

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