My Beautiful Dominatrix by Varth Dader Lyrics
[Intro]
Varth Dader
Yo
V-A-R-T-H-D-A-D-E-R
Cannot be fucked with
Hey say what's the word
Yo
[Verse 1: Varth Dader]
My mind is sacred it's kind of a
Shrine I'm taking my time to
Prepare myself. The worlds fucking me over
She is My beautiful dominatrix
You try to acknowledge my knowledge as
Ignorance then I will leave your body rotting vacant
Hidden but still sees everything like body painting
Some Celebrities must come to the realization that they are not amazing
Merely puppets created by labels to lure in the
Gullible teenagers listening fuck it
Now I sound like a protestant black
Hipster nigga kid
Some say I'm slow as a turtle
But my master's splinter bitch
Fuck that, I'm focused I hurdle
Land on one foot and use the other one to
Kick back, spit raps, tweet about some beats
Relax, then Smoke on some purple
Now I'm at ease, blacking out a bit
Steezin' dreaming 'bout flying around the globe
Pounding chicks performing shows
Now I'm sitting in a studio with the homies
We got new stuff
Quickly I woke up now I'm not sure if
It was just a random dream
Or if it was just a prophetic message
And god just let me see my future
Either way the universe will soon be in my favor
If I stay persistent with these universes I'm writing
Describing life with an image
Inside my head now the difficult part arises
As I try to translate pictures to poems
Into a rap I can flow it
Should I go try and add some wordplay? Metaphors?
Similes? Entendres? Obsurd things? I'm not sure
I do know that you'll love whatever's spawned
From these lips, dopeness is born
Varth Dader
Varth Dader
Yo
V-A-R-T-H-D-A-D-E-R
Cannot be fucked with
Hey say what's the word
Yo
[Verse 1: Varth Dader]
My mind is sacred it's kind of a
Shrine I'm taking my time to
Prepare myself. The worlds fucking me over
She is My beautiful dominatrix
You try to acknowledge my knowledge as
Ignorance then I will leave your body rotting vacant
Hidden but still sees everything like body painting
Some Celebrities must come to the realization that they are not amazing
Merely puppets created by labels to lure in the
Gullible teenagers listening fuck it
Now I sound like a protestant black
Hipster nigga kid
Some say I'm slow as a turtle
But my master's splinter bitch
Fuck that, I'm focused I hurdle
Land on one foot and use the other one to
Kick back, spit raps, tweet about some beats
Relax, then Smoke on some purple
Now I'm at ease, blacking out a bit
Steezin' dreaming 'bout flying around the globe
Pounding chicks performing shows
Now I'm sitting in a studio with the homies
We got new stuff
Quickly I woke up now I'm not sure if
It was just a random dream
Or if it was just a prophetic message
And god just let me see my future
Either way the universe will soon be in my favor
If I stay persistent with these universes I'm writing
Describing life with an image
Inside my head now the difficult part arises
As I try to translate pictures to poems
Into a rap I can flow it
Should I go try and add some wordplay? Metaphors?
Similes? Entendres? Obsurd things? I'm not sure
I do know that you'll love whatever's spawned
From these lips, dopeness is born
Varth Dader