Biggie Deez - Deezy

Oi, Biggie Deez
They wanna know something
Let's tell 'em
Who the fuck are you? You're thinking who the fuck am I
My, I'm high, despite, I'll give you an insight
Grab the mic, like I'm the freshest bitch in sight
And if I don't like the look of you, I'm just gon' close my eyes
No lie, I don't know why these people waste their time
You only get one life and I won't go wasting mine
Alright, alright, shut the fuck up and just listen
I'm feeding off the vibes, so don't wanna hear no dissing
So deep up in this rap, the microphone and I are kissing
Hear a beat, I'm so excited that I almost end up pissing
See a crowd, fuck I'm proud, don't think anything is missing
So loud, after you're bound to be reminiscing
You're hungry for the energy, Imma keep on dishing
Hard work is what will pay off, won't get anything by wishing
Only the weak people complain, only bitches be bitching
Got me thinking for fuck sakes, rather be out fishing
Yo, I'm Deezy, I know I make it look easy
Believe me, this steaze be hard to uphease, see
Only do it to please me, DTF, no need to tease me
So fuckin' sick, lass, got ya feeling queasy
Said I'm Deezy, puffin' trees makes me wheezy
Flow so breezy, like 1, 2, 3, A.B.C
Smooth, but ain't greasy, taste - never cheesy
So fuckin' sick that you'd think I'm diseasy
Look at this ladette, deadset baddest bitch you've met
Type to straighten a faggot, turn a HK to a maggot
No, I ain't a tennis player, don't own a racket
No balls in my pocket, just a Winnie Blue packet
Fresh gear, makes you wonder, did I buy it or rack it
Chit chat when I hit the bong and get your boyfriend to pack it
Used to beg for a dollar, now the paper I'm stackin'
Drag myself up out the gutter and I ain't goin' back in
I'm a mad rapper, this beat I'm attacking
Everything my gab splatter, no time for backchatting
Coppas lookin' at my bumbag, what's that fanny pack packing
Hit the legs so fast, won't see me, only hear footsteps clacking
On the scene to drop a flow 'cause all these rappers talking shit
If you lined up to battle me you better off forfeit
The lack of competition, in this game, never gonna quit
Your mouth is only good for one thing boy, shut up and suck my clit
Yo, I'm Deezy, I know I make it look easy
Believe me, this steaze be hard to uphease, see
Only do it to please me, DTF, no need to tease me
So fuckin' sick, lass, got ya feeling queasy
Said I'm Deezy, puffin' trees makes me wheezy
Flow so breezy, like 1, 2, 3, A.B.C
Smooth, but ain't greasy, taste - never cheesy
So fuckin' sick that you'd think I'm diseasy
Step back when I show up, the way I pick the flow up
Can't handle the adrenaline, think I'm about to throw up
Fully sick, walk in the room and the room gon' get a glow up
Watch this fucking space 'cause Biggie Deez about to blow up
If you don't feel the vibe then you must just be a shitcunt
You don't follow me on Insta? Then you better do it quick, bruz
I'm an ill vagina, unwell pussy, I mean I'm a sickunt
And to celebrate the fact, out back Imma light up a thick blunt
Pass around the J, please don't be greedy
Puff, puff, give away, to the left, okay, okay
In the circle? Gotta take. Getting skipped? No way
Don't hang around the stoners unless you wanna get fucking baked
I got told that sharing's caring, so take a hit, stop staring
And get high up on this level, like there ain't no comparing
We've got the music blaring and the bong constantly flaring
Adidas better sponsor me, 3 stripes is all I'm wearing
Yo, I'm Deezy, I know I make it look easy
Believe me, this steaze be hard to uphease, see
Only do it to please me, DTF, no need to tease me
So fuckin' sick, lass, got ya feeling queasy
Said I'm Deezy, puffin' trees makes me wheezy
Flow so breezy, like 1, 2, 3, A.B.C
Smooth, but ain't greasy, taste - never cheesy
So fuckin' sick that you'd think I'm diseasy

Written by:
Dana Kennedy

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