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unzipped - dunn d lyrics

[intro: wombat]
yeah

[verse 1: wombat]
got some mates so crazy on some dumb sh*t
that’d throw hands or just bust cases and dump clips
fake rappers in the game say they crush this
but how the f*ck they gonna bury a body bag unzipped?
spittin’ with a foul mouth, they disgusted
but you didn’t catch that, wordsmith, blunt lit
i’m from a different plane of existence above this
got jumped, rushed with a knife, haven’t run since
yeah, my heart stops and my soul burns
everybody’s waitin’, they’re sick of playin’ my old work
got ‘em all shocked like when kendrick dropped the “control” verse
this mixtape ain’t a p*ss takе, that’s some bold nerve
i don’t needa rеcord, soon as i reach the booth
i step inside, set it on fire and then i leave the room
if it’s beef, then we’re cookin’ up a tidal wave
the job wasn’t well done, now your life’s at stake
well, i feel like a mosaic paintin’ filled with shades o’ hope
tryna chase greatness ‘cause i crave it like the taste o’ smoke
cigarette stains on my coat, snortin’ eighth o’ coke
tasmanian flows, we’re the greatest and it ain’t a joke
the most crazy, dope, underrated, reining goats
underestimated, so our presence, had to make it known
trainin’ like a record breakin’ olympian skatin’ pro
dunners could rap battle with the devil and make ‘im choke
[verse 2: dunn d]
the captain o’ the dootz gang here to sn*tch ya pockets
slap ya noggin with some suits if ya actin’ brolic
me and batski on a track, you better crank the volume
stomp ‘em out and turn your cover art into a jackson pollock
they try to muscle up, laggin’ off the anabolics
i travelled aussie and the world and i was catchin’ bodies
the coked up goker, call me maradona
i put my city on my back and ran a marathon*a
find it kinda hard to f*ckin’ suit a f*ckin’ competition
only thing that beat me is the cost o’ livin’
yellin’ f*ck the government and the opposition
that’s why i’m reachin’ for the notes like an opera singer
droppin’ disses, me and wombat’re on a mission
to run these c*nts out the game and any dog that’s with ‘em
i don’t wanna listen to anything that these flogs are spittin’
got ‘em dippin’, runnin’ through ya hood like a rock addiction
i smash the twenty*four like a slab o’ lager
smooth voice, but stay connected like frank sinatra
so go and do a clip with twen’y c*nts in balaclavas
i could do a clip with just me mum and still, the raps are harder
make that wrong move, mate, i will knock you
pen your poison, to these snakes, i’m a mongoose
when me and wombat jump on a song, dude
just know there ain’t a top five, it’s a top two
[chorus: wombat]
“fake—rappers—in the ga*game*
*say they*say they*they crush this*
*but how the f*ck they gonna bury*
*bury*bury a body bag unzipped”
“fake—rappers—in the ga*game*
*say they*say they*they crush this*
*but how the f*ck they gonna bury*
*bury*bury a body bag unzipped”

- dunn d lyrics

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