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D-Sisive | 6" God

I made this in my bedroom. Lyrics: D-Sisive Instrumental: Pacewon|I Declare War Follow D-Sisive: twitter|instagram: @DerekChristoff www.SoDesolate.com www.soundcloud.com/dsisive www.DesolateShop.com www.facebook.com/DerekChristoffStuff Home is where my heart beats Where my coat and my hat hang Where the haters aim spit at your batwing Cuz every hater is a rapper with a rap name You will never hear of But in their bedroom mirror They see Kanye in their camo Foot Locker thermal spitting Whatever diarrhea they had written To whatever Chief Keef beat they had sitting on their PCs Combine the two and get a feast of fucking feces Between choruses sung with weak harmonizing Through autotune, that sounds like a fax machine dialing A fax machine played on 93.5, and… This is the toilet where I swim Home is filled with class clowns Where Drake Graham says ‘mans’ and speaks Bakardi Slang now Where we actually believe we’re on the map now But the planet only wants to hear one of us rap now I don’t care if DJ Trap from Idaho Played your shitty Chief Keef dub on his college show At 5 in the morning, when Idaho-ans eyes are closed, and… Smiling and snoring, dreaming about their shite recordings Your genetics aren’t designed to blow Your genetics are designed to mop up Taco Bell’s dining floor And dream of one day climbing up that high promotion Putting cheese on beef till you retire, holmes Home is where the buffalo roam Rap about the Rolls Royce then take the bus alone, home In old, torn Hulk|Mark Ruffalo clothes Runnin’ tings… But couldn’t book a Buffalo show Call a sports bar and book a Buffalo show Poster Walden Galleria letting Buffalo know The king of Cheektowaga’s on Buffalo soil Performing his hits while all of Buffalo’s home Yell at the soundman cuz his muffled, dope quotes Aren’t loud enough for the bored Buffalo ghosts “Prices slashed at Lockport’s Gambino Ford Free hot dogs for the kids!” Home is where my heart beats Where my hat and my coat hang Where yesterday’s news ignore their toe tag Spending their whole day remembering when Stuck in 1997 when their 12inch was pressed And won’t accept nobody wants to hear their record again They’ll never be the center of attention again I don’t mean to be mean or disrespectful to them But it’s hard to be respectful when you’re better than them And you get dissed like you’re the reason their relevance is dead Grampa forgot to take today’s medicine again A shattered lightbulb A dim lit star Melted ice cream A 6” God #aboyinaroom