[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)