The D

[Intro: Sesta] (It's time to dance) [Verse 1: Sesta] Yeah I'm fully here, but I'm not fully formed If you still are here you have not been fully warned I'm the bully at your merch desk Taking a hoodie for nothing, I figure it's worthless My eight-o-eights make the lights shake And my dog start thinking I've got visitors Get off my Bs man, the D's free And the greens mad 'cause the carbon d print it leaves bad Still get the D though, El Bandito Pissing on these rappers like Shaq is at a free throw Do your best and you won't get far though 'Cause D be my middle name like Leonardo Now I got a one in ten chance Of getting caught doing this on the webcam I pulled it out she said "it's not long", called it "Kim Jong" It make a lot of threats, not really that strong [Chorus] You get the d(O.T.H) You get the d(O.T.H) You want it? you got it! I come around and you get two of deez (I hope you're listenin') You get the d(O.T.H) You get the d(O.T.H) You want it? you got it! I come around and you get two of deez (The-the d, the-the-the d) You get the d (I hope-I hope you're listening, everybody get the d) You get the d (The-the d, the-the-the d) [Verse 2: Hons] It goes doth, little bit of racki Used to drive the scandal bus but always from the back seat Do own twenty hats all reading Kangol If they don't send them back sorry bro we full These fucking idiots I heard they made a team up Prejudice on colour unless they have a green card Now that's irony, finally get it now Done, only took Hons thirty years to work it out Come around man drinks on the house The glass always half full when your drinking at ours I'm on the watch list for Euroupcar ditched out the headrests Off a bridge lucky that I got zero excess Oars still your best bet Don't overlook true happiness, you'll regret it on your deathbed And when all said and done Only the Hons, T and Seddy play second to none [Chorus] You get the d(O.T.H) You get the d(O.T.H) You want it? you got it! I come around and you get two of deez (I hope you're listenin') You get the d(O.T.H) You get the d(O.T.H) You want it? you got it! I come around and you get two of deez (The-the d, the-the-the d) You get the d (I hope-I hope you're listening, everybody get the d) You get the d (The-the d, the-the-the d) [Verse 3: Trials] It's the dawn of the head, rest is over Bad when I'm drunk, even worse when I'm sober We put the ish into mission impossible Drop 'em all, donating organs to hospitals While my guitar gently weeps in drop d Hanging out the car when they stopped me They must want d, lucky that I got this one on me Slap em with an open hand like Sean Connery Disgustin’, at the airport Sniffing at my pants for weapons of mass destruction (Come ‘ere mate) Fuck 'em, I’m too quick to joust with Plus they couldn’t press the point with several mouse clicks Delusional, highly disputable Boss that gets more cross than roman numerals Beautiful, watch the beast emerge Nek minute kneeling to a priest at church [Hook:] You get the d(O.T.H) You get the d(O.T.H) You want it? you got it! I come around and you get two of deez (I hope you're listenin') You get the d(O.T.H) You get the d(O.T.H) You want it? you got it! I come around and you get two of deez (The-the d, the-the-the d) You get the d (I hope-I hope you're listening, everybody get the d) You get the d (The-the d, the-the-the d)