Intro:

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...count it up, dial up, she's a model

...super hot

...praa!

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DJ DAX is feeling extra malo, give an

Antivirus and a Twitter Follow

Verse 1 (DAX):

Ain't the best rapper and still better than all of y'all

Drove my own lane too far, I need the autobahn

Already a "grate," ain't need cheese of parmesan

Did it for the Rings, and frankly, David has got the call

Way too comfy how I rap, had to go experiment

Kind of bored of my own crap, I'm not really feeling it, and

Sure, I've always been legit, but can I kill a slow jam?

Trap song, lofi, story telling, please upgrade my program

I'm Real Venomous, spitting with error's embellishment, got the

Force of the forbidden dragon's sword, spitting with resonance

Obviously, you rappers can't join on my odyssey

And shout out to whoever really "Diggz" the prophecy

Why is it so easy? What is life's meaning? I'm thinking, I

(Peace) ...only exist just to question my limits I feel are inside

...frequently, I'm missing Ali in her tube socks

Cheering my every move, telling me every day that PreacherDude rocks

Chorus:

I'm bored...

Put out something new 'cause that's my sole way not to snore, man

I'm bored...

Infected by the sameness, clean my music for the Lord, man

/// Aye, I'm bored, hella bored, rid the malware ///

Looked for a creative click, sadly it is not there

Verse 2 (Diggz):

(Motherfuckers, I'm the one)

Not the two, the three, the four, been

Crushing my competition and I'm honestly just bored

I'm searching for the battle and they saying that it's war, but

Truly, I'm not impressed: you just begging rewards, I'm doing

Chores, yeah, I'm sweeping up the flesh and I

Got be careful with it 'cause my sneakers are a mess, from

Stepping in remains, blood leaking from the neck, they

Started to cover stories; what you seeking from the press?

God damn! Man, these fuckers really telling, and I

Gotta keep 'em at distance, I'll probably need repellent, look

Diggy got em cooking, Mayavia, can you smell it, this

Nation of domination strike the people as the felons, shout to

Venom, the real connects, I'm honest at the finish, I'm

Started sealing the craft because the signs I throw forbidden

You people wanna leave? Then it's honestly good riddance, you

Maybe, sort of, and probably? Then I'm honestly a given

Chorus x2

Verse 3 (DAX):

...creative clicker extraordinaire

Don't go in iceboi's studio, bro, it's cold in there

Golden flair swag, for king, I'm the next in line, I ain't

Even close to my best, but I'm testing the best alive

Lyrics sharper than a Latina ninja girl's eyebrows

Did this for one EP, this style: it'll go out now

Uh, I said it's cold in there, you can call me Michael the

Way I'm spitting these solar flares cooler than 40 polar bears

Hit up bae to tell her she looks better in mauve, feeling

So inspired... I'm super wired to God

I'm Super Man with this fire, I laser eye any Zod

Stare this foreign girl, always want to study abroad

Comeback... kid, I'm not so sensitive

Luck, DAX... ain't skills representative?

Such rap... will I ever use an expletive?

The message is: aye yo, f__k that! Excellent

// ...creative, creative clicker extraordinaire

...I got it //