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Life According to Wolfman D

by Wolfman D

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Breakfast 02:31
I'm makin Breakfast (etc.) Niggas walk upto me and They sayin' ish that's reckless I say "you must be crazy, or you didnt eat yo' breakfast" I'll grab you by the necklace It's too late to form a treaty Chop you open, look inside you See, you didn't eat your Wheaties Hallow as a hollow gram following the hollow man Kevin's Bacon's what you'll be chasin' until tomorrow's planned Hungry and deplaned you livin' in abject squalor I have the hungry wretchedness payin' their dying dollar for these rhymes I got the hippies at the whole foods swayin' back and forth like some fairies to some show tunes I got flows like silk and they go great on the plate next to cereal and milk I'm makin' breakfast (etc.) Shout out to the lunch table and the Chmakahoe tribe I'm chief spicy buffalo they helped me stay alive I got the skill to kill Avoid being lynched and boast "You let him get away, Cleatus! What the french, toast?"" coast to coast, I'm comatose my flows are automatic like the AK47 I found up in Hitler's attic I'm known to make soft skinned niggas whine (wine) like grapes And I'm known to make soft core niggas flatter than crepes I walk with abnormality 'cause i'm gimpy in the left leg You walk like that because you missed your coffee steak and eggs I have a bowl of oatmeal forst I wear you out like rags "He got bananas in his pancakes!!!! WHAT A FAG!!!" -Bill Burr
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WMD 03:00
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Top That 03:52
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Who wants to step to me? I've got a secret recipe To battle anybody in the crowd Trying to heckle me Step away from the mike Lest ye be cursed with leprosy And start cleaning toilets In the barracks for some extra cheese I'm an artist who's known to scar folks when I get into detail And stop speaking in broad strokes Chops that ass Like karate If you keep hating on me That's all right but I'm gonna have to serve somebody Walk up in my place And I'm dressed kind of classy Step up in my face, You get served something nasty You don't want to battle me Mc booty; I bust that Don't touch that My rhymes have rabies like lyrical muskrats Think you're a rebel? I leave rappers disheveled Dazed in the basement While I'm on the top level They revel and sulk I heavily pedal my hulk- esque ego, keeping MCs Steadily shook Got crooks in every little cranny and knook I roll by, then throw in the hook Make sure they heard how I'm gonna have to serve somebody Walk up in my place And I'm dressed kind of classy Step up in my face, You get served something nasty You don't want beef, You're a vegetarian... Really You'll get sliced, diced and served In vegetarian chilly I got carnivorous flows, You're out the chopped liver bin I eat MCs on beats (beets) in these streets I'm out to kill again Confidence will disapear So mysterious Rhymes so weird, you won't believe your eyes 'Cause I'm the eeriest (ear-iest) Not the type to be jaded Because I'm hated on, But the next dude I find hating is getting waited on An I'mma serve somebody

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released January 21, 2013

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Wolfman D Chicago, Illinois

One tepid morning in March of '94, Wolfman D was born Deon Varrod Morrissette in March Chicago, Illinois. He wrote and recorded his first rap for an assignment in english class when he was a high school junior. That song, "I'm Deon" became the first song on his first album that he originally sold to pay off his high school fees. He plays all of the instrumentals in his tracks. ... more

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