Ayo whattup. You back in the presence of the grand imperial Cocaine Biceps aka the Muhammad Ali of this blog shit aka the Leonardo Da Vinci of this blog shit aka the muthafuckin Dalai Lama of this blog shit namsayin. And yo...I aint got no problems wit none of yall other rap blog niggas but I WILL fuck ya whole shit up if it comes down to it nahmean. Jus based offa principle n shit. Like I told yall before...yall aint got enough beans in ya maracas to rumba wit the god. But lemme get into the shit I came here to do... By now yall short attention span havin ass niggas probably got a chance to listen to that Dedication 4 joint by that rodeo clown Weezy. Listen b... I was a fan of this gremlin faced muthafucka at one time too. But it comes a point when niggas jus get caught up in they own hype n stop tryin. Niggas lose they hunger n jus be throwin they shit in cruise control n think they gon be stittin on top of the world no matter how corny they shit get. Niggas try to milk a cow that aint grazin in the meadows n shit. You aint respectin the art it aint gon respect you. I aint gon give this shit no track by track breakdown tho cuz that shit crazy unnecessary b. Imma save yall a lot of wonderin n tell you right now...this shit is trash b. So heres how this shit go...
Aight so...son dont start rhymin til 39 seconds into this muthafuckin ...by 56 seconds in that nigga Tunechi already nutted on a broads face, licked it off n ate her from the back. I aint bullshittin or tryin to be funny or none of that...thats what the nigga spit right out the gate b. I guarantee you this dude got STDs they aint even discovered yet b.. Nasty ass muthafucka out there jus smashin these hoes wit his GSD (Garbage Dick Syndrome) infested self...no condom on...jus cookin up a STD jambalaya wit these hoes. Then he got those same C4 struggle bars back up on this muthafucka talmbout "I be ballin on these niggas...Sports Illustrated"...
How this the same dude who rhymed on Carter 2 n Dedication 2 or Drought 3 son?? Whoever penned them shits need to come back n help this muthafucka out. Im sayin this shit is like a collection of all the worst punchlines known to man. Shit makes J Coles worst bars sound like some shit Black Thought wrote. "I make that bitch come til she come to a conclusion..." Cmon Dwayne... Big L rollin in his grave talmbout "But niggas shot ME???" How bout... "Im ill as an illusion...got Bs like a student" Man...fuck. outta. here. b. You cant be serious bruh. Or how bout..."She cant wait to take her drawers off like braces"... Im sayin yo.... is you even tryin Dwayne? Like when you play that shit back on ya bedazzled headphones...is you hearin what Im hearin son? N Im only on track 2 b! The fuck is wrong wit you son? "Got two bitches off Twitter...Tweedle Dee n Tweedle Dum"??? Son need to get 10,000% the fuck outta here wit this shit bruh....."She say Wayne on me Wayne on me cuz yo ass be drizzlin"??? ...I give up bruh. And who this Lil Mouse nigga? What ass did this little nigga crawl outta n how many more of these little muthafuckas do Dwayne got in his stash b? How he breedin so many these little no talent ass havin garbage can dwellin muthafuckas. I jus wanna stomp that muthafucka out like a 3 legged roach before he grow up to get face tats n carry on this niggas legacy b.
As yall probably expected... Nicki had to come wit that "contoversial" shit talmbout...she "Republican votin for Mitt Romney"
Of course this turned into some "I was jus speakin as a character" shit a couple days later after her publicist heard the shit. Nothin against Nicki ol wack ass...but she need to chill wit all the gimmicks...that shit aint cute. These YMCMB muthafuckas got more novelties than talent. Straight up...
Then Young Eeyore hisself aka Drake-Lite aka Diggy Simmon's arch-nemesis Jermaine Cole comes n blesses us wit his Mazda bars. I dont got nothin against son but he a mayo sandwich b. Like technically he a sandwich...but its a whole lotta shit missin from that. I forgot sons entire verse WHILE I was listenin to this shit b. Jus...naw....
Anyways I aint gon keep talkin bout this joint...Imma jus give yall that final rating for this fuckshit. Summa the beats is dope...obviously. But thats cuz its a mixtape n son got other niggas hottest beats all over this shit. N then he drops his lyrical turds all over em n disrespects ya intelligence. Fuck this shit b...its way too many rhymes bout eatin ass n box on this muthafucka too. Have some composure Dwayne...damn. When it aint that its a whole nother problem wit the level of burnin diapers on this shit yo. How Gudda Gudda murder you on ya own mixtape shit b? How the fuck you gettin bodied by Gudda Gudda b? Like he spittin more tolerable shit than you on this muthafucka son. Anyways yo...Wayne been suckin on the dick of limited talent for a hot minute now b. Its time somebody reintroduced him to that lean...we need that pre-Carter 3 nigga who use to slaughter these beats without soundin like a straight dickhead. This shit tho...naw.. I dont fuck wittit like that. I rather knock some Cyhi mixtapes bruh. Reasonable Doubt track 8 tho...
1.5 Zeus slaps outta 5
Anyways heres some lost Dedication 4 bars for yall...
Nigguhs say Im so sick I need a dawktuh.. but Im Dawktuh Cawwr
Fuck arrrround n turn meh to a mawnstuh nigguh...thats mawnstuhs bawl
Cash Money... muhhfuckuh...Young Monehh is a ent-uh-prise
Tunechi is 'dat nigguh'..yehh.............call that shit ident-uh-fy
Yo bitch pussay talkin ta meh......call that shit a con-vaginahhh
I scoop huh up...eat it from the back...touchdown...forty-ninuhhhs
I beat tha pussay...MMA...Im goin in...penuhh-trate
I shed bluhhd for all my niggas yehh...call that shit menuhh-strate
I be goin wild...wil-duhness...if that bitch cheatin...I kill duh bitch
I spill duh blood...chomp the pussay...make it sneeze......illnesses
Said Im uh dawg...so I ate the cat...beat the pussay...take a nap
Drizzy told me that my dick so big I should make these bitches hafta pay fuh that..
Rest in peace to Martin Lutherrr...I beat the pussay.....call that abuser
Eat the bitch up...thats a cougar...kill the pussay...Freddy Krueger
I do the right thing...call me Mookie...I got that crack nigguh....call me Pookie
Shittin on hoes...call me poopie....bitch Im uh dawg...call me Snoopy
Bitches say my temper scary...but then Im coo...temper-ary
Killin um nigguhs...cremate um... some get buried....SOMEatary
Hyeahhh...dem nigguhs is bastuhhds
You can call meh lame...thats jus male spelled backwuhds
Niggas betta chill........fore dey meet dey doom
So why 'you tense still?'......fork n spoooooon....TUNECHI