DAMiiAN DeViLL - Fiddle Me That

Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac
Who the fuck is this Quackajack rollin' up over yonder in mama's driveway
It's 3.21 a.m. and 29 degree weather

Who can this be
Did I say in my head
Cause that's how I learned to play
I know it's connected to Hammers horse shit he spilled on Hell's highway
Cause he'd be in bed with the dean of admissions
But they don't like to listen
This school's taught differently than golfers on the fairway
No more talking, only spitting and then getting my charred
Scarred ass walking up into the heaven's only scareway
I know it's absolutely no way none of these boys got the fucking balls
There's someone else entirely that's involved and my gut screams someone's name
But it just can't be him at all

Hell naw
It made me freeze in an instant
Cause I know Big Brother's always watching
But what the fuck's he want with me now
In the middle of all this wrong that I'm in the middle of stopping
Do I hate always being right in the light in the dark
This time I sure as shit do
I don't even want to know what fucking kind of mud the rattlesnake skin boots have stepped into

If you think that baby bro's playing
Well then listen to what I'm still abel to keep saying
Billy I wish you would come pop that motherfucking trunk on me please
Still never will I come off this mic that I spit poetry in motion like a ocean rising

Cause this ain't no motherfucking drill no more on G.O.D
You do remember daddy
If you think that I'm playing
Well then listen to what I'm still abel to keep saying

Billy I wish you would come pop that motherfucking trunk on me please
Still never will I come off this mic that I spit poetry in motion like a ocean rising
Cause this ain't no motherfucking drill no more on G.O.D
You do remember daddy

All I know are the specifics of my borderline unbearable marital issues
From some woman whose shoes belonged to my mother
But some motherfucker believed they was wearable
But despite the perfect fit it ended up terrible
She asked me so sly how I'd like to meet for preferentials
Check credentials choose whether or not they're worthy of being my futures parentals
To which I kindly obliged with a nod
Cause I don't mind dancing with the devil
I'm a leader that knows to follow the tempo of only one thing and that thing is God
I didn't know my brand of dumpster baby orphans is such an unspeakable rare commodity
I'm fucking proud of me and my mission status Quo rockin Slumerican and Undercover Prodigy
If you think that baby bro's playing
Well then listen to what I'm still abel to keep saying
Billy I wish you would come pop that motherfucking trunk on me please
Still never will I come off this mic that I spit poetry in motion like a ocean rising
Cause this ain't no motherfucking drill no more on G.O.D
You do remember daddy
If you think that I'm playing
Well then listen to what I'm still able to keep saying
Billy I wish you would come pop that motherfucking trunk on me please

Still never will I come off this mic that I spit poetry in motion like a ocean rising
Cause this ain't no motherfucking drill no more on G.O.D
You do remember daddy

I'm a methodical oddity and possibly crossing borders like a volcanic explosive mojo locomotive
Cause it is destiny to deliver this little light of mine
And my turn to ignite and I'm as still as the ocean waters in the dead of the night
Finally I can feel it after all this time
The return of Hot Rod and the very last of them Optimus Primes
I think most of the shit flying out of these American D-backs lapping lips is a lot like what these witches riding dicks said about me to at first but who knew
I do bubba and the motherfucker is you
I know they there either way I don't care
I'm well aware three six years later
You just gotta tell me dog who are YOU trying to scare
If you think that baby bro's playing
Well then listen to what I'm still able to keep saying
Billy I wish you would come pop that motherfucking trunk on me please

Still never will I come off this mic that I spill poetry and motion like a ocean rising
Cause this ain't no motherfucking drill no more on G-O-D
You do remember daddy

If you think that I'm playing
Well then listen to what I'm still able to keep saying
Billy I wish you would come pop that motherfucking trunk on me please
Still never will I come off this mic that I spill poetry and motion like a ocean rising

Cause this ain't no motherfucking drill no more on G-O-D
You do remember daddy

Written by:
Joseph Drew, Michael Atha

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