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Broken lyrics - Denace (feat. Dispencery7)

[Music video version:]
(Yeah, there's two kinds of people today
There's happy people
And there's people like me
You think you know me, please
You have no idea
You think my life is great
Shit, I cover up the tears...)

[Single version:]
We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home
We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home

[Denace:]
Where the fuck are you at Spence? Pick up the phone
You haven't called back since I'm feeling alone
You got a girl now? Forgetting your close friends?
Feeling hopeless, just so you know this
I'm 'bout to dose benzos through dead cold
Bent over the bed, no (ugh), nevermind that, bro
Tipsy over the edge, yo, my chest needs a less load
Depressed, not knowing what's next, so
I keep smoking, I know soon I'll have a heart attack
The last cancer stick, that crushed the camel's back
And now I'm drinking and drivin', tears fillin' my eyes
I should crash under these Vanilla Skies
Concealing these feelings but it's killing myself
You were always one of the few willing to help
But lately you don't respond when I hit up your cell
My tank needs a fill-up stranded in the pits of this hell

We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home
We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home

[Dispencery7:]
Seven missed calls, please stop hittin' this cell
All this dude does is complain, it's giving me hell
I know sometimes he's trapped and he's feeling in jail
But that don't mean he gotta bring me to that prison as well
Oh, another call? Now, I'm truly just pissed
Decline, decline, decline, you're stupid as shit
We were supposed to be there for the fans, make music I think
But when we hang, all you do is just drink
You got me chain smoking as I ruin my health
Want to give up on music, not even do it myself
Sick of leading this life, best friend's seein' a dead end
To get a piece of the pie, the key is bein' a legend
But all he sees is depression so I'm guessing it's over
If you admire Em' so much, then why ain't you gettin' sober?
It's time to clean out the closet and act like a soldier
Fuck it, whatever, I'm comin' over

We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home
We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home

Spencer! Dammit! Pick up the phone man!
C'mon please, pick up the phone, please pick up the phone
I can't take this shit no more man, please
Yo, just answer this one time, bro
Fuck!
Can't take this shit no more...

[Denace:]
Really? Another voicemail you sent me to
I guess this is my goodbye, I'ma end it too
I can't stop thinkin' about the bitter truth
I hate this rap shit now, Spence, it's pitiful
I quit it through, finished, done, I'm miserable
Reached my wits end, fuck the world, diggin' through
Cause no one appreciates the time I've thrown in this
I'm getting too old for rejection so I blow a kiss
Eminem, Slim Shady, Marshall Mathers
You bit his style, his life, mimic his mannerisms
I don't think you understand your physics
Can this get a hold of you and your image
I'm so sick and tired of being judged
Being such a great rapper is depleting love
And I don't have the passion or even feel the rush
To write a song for the world so I'm giving up

We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home
We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home

Dear Rap lyrics - Denace

Even if I could, it'll all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Dear rap, I called you but you still ain't callin'
I'm still broke as fuck, still have an empty wallet
I'm tryin' to find ways to break through in this rap game
Even though you treated me like shit, I feel the exact same
I still struggle to make you happy every damn day
It's not a game when I tell you I feel this Max Payne
What do I gotta do to for you to notice me?
Sing like Joe to see [?]
Or maybe scream on a tape like "Oh, it's me!"
Say how much I hate these rappers and then you'll know it's me
I think you owe me an apology hip hop, no one's as cold as me
Maybe if I made a dance record you'd acknowledge me
But that's not me, guess you don't know my psychology
I can't fake a whole album, that would show I don't care
And plus I have fans that keep me cool, with cold air
I want a long-term relationship, don't you get it?
I only want you and no one else, even though you give me headaches

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even I could it'll all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Halloween lyrics - Denace (feat. Dispencery7)

I'm bored in the house with the lights out
Aborted a mouse who let the mice out
It must have been the girl
Tied to my nice couch
My God
It's an icon with an eye gone
Took a pic with a Nikon
Guess what came back
The Devil dressed in nylon
Bodies dug in my lawn
What the fuck am I on?
I can't feel my tongue
Here's a bucket, my hun
Til I'm throwin up dry blood
My God
Gotta push the envelope
Like a pipe bomb
Now I gotta silence the sirens
Never had guidance
So I hit five nuns
With a 9 inch
Bangkok
Like it's Thailand
Play the smallest violin
When I file in
Dialing 9-1-1
Smiling as you're dying in
A closed casket
With a hose gassing
Zyklon B
Til your bones cracking
Violent-ly
Even though it's quite fun
That I might cum
I'm wondering what has life come
To, dry hump jason
With his own knife
Use michael myers
In a fuckin drive through
At a brown chicken
In a clown suit
You can run
But you can't hide
They're all around you
Marco
Polo
I found you

I'm a killa
I know Michael
I know Jackson
I know Thriller
I'm a killa
[?] find around more killa

Yea I'm a killa
Sippin on a Miller
Carvin out ya skull
With a dull potato peeler
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I got you by the heel
I'll lock you up with a gorilla
Trapped in a cage
Til it snaps in a rage
And is grabbin ya face
In a massive embrace
And attacks with its fangs
Oh Lord I can't watch this
Sike
Pass the popcorn and you can watch too
Sit down little kid now
Wipe off that big frown
Bitch, wow...
You can cry but you can't drown
In ya tears
Cause we all float down here
When we all live with the it clown
Okay...
Now I gotta stay calm
Face palm
Full of napalm
Hey mom
Wanna see a crayon
Caked on my face
Til it stains and stays on?
I'm so lonely
Akon
So I'm gonna bite you
Drake song
A canibal in Hong Kong
Cooking up crust asians [crustaceans]
Like a prawn
While I wear my apron
So much blood like
Carrie
At a prom
Fappin all day long
Til I tear a wrist [til I terrorist]
Like carrying a bomb
Yeah, but I got more glory
And it's never been more gory
Turn ya girl to a freak in the sheets
An american whore story
And I ain't gotta lie my friend
She give me brain too when
I'm inside her head
Cause zombies love
A emcee [amc]
Get it?
The rhyming dead
And the time is set
I feel the bite infect
In the garden of eating
Like a lion's den
All types of red
Sores try to spread
What a mess
Now I'm hungry at the sight of flesh
It's a likely guess
I'm a psycho
I don't wanna rhyme slow
Mario, toss me pipe bro
Cause I have nothing to smoke from
Wait, here's an idea
I can use this light bulb

Hate Em lyrics - Denace

Yeah
Relationship gonna crazy man after u break up
One minute you love'em and the next uh, you fucking hate'em
Ha ha ha haaaa...

I don't even know who to trust no more
My hearts turned cold like an icicle
One second I love you, the next I don't
So whats the point of fighting for?
Baby listen I know your motives
I know you hate me I know you love him
I know you want to go back to him so go then
He's your old friend 'til the road ends
Soul mates? Yeah I wish we were
So my face bit the curb when we split for sure
It's like the shit done curved, to twist my nerves
Cause karma's a bitch and it gripped me first
But you're gonna get what you deserve
Cause karma don't let nobody through
I don't wanna get all negative
But I'm saying is nothing less but true

[Chorus:]
Problems are getting in my shoes
That laces alone can't take so we might lose
Are you only passing through
Or are you gonna love me...
Problems are getting in my shoes
That laces alone can't take so we might lose
Are you only passing through
Or are you gonna love me...

You don't see you meant the world to me
But you used me to boost your courtesy
I see the truth now and it's hurting me
You wanted him all along certainly
You couldn't have loved me, you deserted me
You cut me up just like surgery
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of you
I feel nauseous when I picture of you
You got to go, you got shit to do?
What? Cheat on me with a senseless dude?
I'll teach you never to fuck with me
I'll haunt you wherever you otta be
Bitch I'm a problem that's hard to beat
You think it's easy to up and leave?
Ima show you that it's not so easy
Baby I'm a psycho freak...

[Chorus]

I love you, I hate you
I've done a lot but you're ungrateful
I know that one day you'll realize
That I'm nothing like them other guys
It'll be too late then
So don't come back like "I'm mistaken"
Cause by then I'll be taken
And my love for you will be vacant
I don't wanna sound like a pig bitch
But I hope karma shits on your wish list
And makes you cook and do the dishes
And tells you to stay out of his business
I don't think you know who you fucking with
But I got videos of you sucking dick
I should release them, fucking bitch
But I won't cause I love your fucking kid

[Chorus]

Are you only passing through?
Or are you going to love me?
Huh?
You fucking bitch
Words can't describe how I feel about you right now
It's all good though, it's all good
I wish you the worst
Baby, I love you
Ha ha

I'm Not Done (EMINEM MGK Diss Response) lyrics - Denace (feat. Dispencery7)

[Denace:]
Rest in peace Machine Bun Jelly
Dear Stan... oop, shit, scratch that

Dear Mr. I'm-too-good-to-call-or-write-the-Stans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
But it's a eulogy, stupid geek, hope you like it
Took me two beers and a jelly sandwich to write it
Been six days now, no word
I don't deserve it
You got my last diss, bitch
Cause it was perfect!
The flow was a little off
Cause I had a fifth of vodka
Marshall came through with the kill
And then shot ya
But this is the double tap
To this fuckin' brat
And the rest of mumble rap
It's time to cut the track
Like a lumber jack
Can't believe you need a bodyguard to chuck a jab
Talkin' up a bunch of smack
What the fuck is up with that?
Only place your punches land
Is a fuckin' punching bag, cut the act
I'm sure this barrel will fit
Where your apparel would sit
More street cred than Vanilla Ice
I'm barely convinced
Both of you wore the same parachute dress
That didn't even open when your careers took a plunge
Fired shots on your entire block
How can I be afraid of death when I die a lot? (whoops)
I heard Em disowned you
I might adopt (yup)
Popped up buyin' shots, got blocked
Left the tabs open, Firefox
And how's this guy still tweetin' from inside a box
Did you Fall Out Boy
And now you're tryna rock?
Nice tat, now go binge on a giant cock
You got a record deal and I don't (bitch)
You can sign whatever you want
But I won't (bad boy)

You don't know
You don't know
You don't know me
You can hate all you like
Say what you might
But I'll never lose sleep (nope)

[Dispencery7:]
You know what rhymes with Iggy Azalea
What?
Talentless, overrated, chick from Australia
What else?
Fake, plastic, paraphernalia
Ass and tits like they were bit by a tick with Malaria (gross)
Yeah, now it's our turn, shit
Joe Budden's getting clicked
Like the power on switch
Such a sour old bitch, and delirious
Sirius, you faker than Howard Stern's wig
And you can hardly hang
Bout to drop like Artie Lange
Retired from hip hop
The day the truck to pick up the fuckin' garbage came, Charlamagne
And you can depart a plane into the ocean
So we never hear your retarded brain start again
Bhad Bhabi, you clearly a hoe
How you been 15 for three years in a row?
Go on Dr. Phil's show, and call your mom a bitch
Now you're makin' hits? (huh?)
And people got the nerve to ask why I'm an atheist?
Shit, no wonder I'm feeling alone
It's a conspiracy, bro! Earth is flat! Not a sphere or a globe
Eminem is a clone
Kylie Jenner's the richest woman alive from a career on her own
Shit... I guess the world is full of idiots
No wonder I give up tryna give a shit (aaaah!)
I'm Steve Jobs to this PC culture
So like Bruce Jenner's dick, time to get rid of it (oops)
Odd "Future", you're way to predictable
Bout to cut you into more pieces than an Eminem interview (haha)
By the way why you tryna make him sway, Sway?
Retract calling someone who called himself gay, gay
Damn! Did you guys forget what rapping is? (huh?)
Fall on your head and forget who Marshall Mathers is? (huh?)
The church is jacking kids
Donald Trump is grabbing tits
But you're mad at this?? (wow)
Well guess what? (what?)
Tyler's still a faggot bitch

[Denace:]
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know me
You can hate all you like
Say what you might
But I'll never lose sleep (nope)

Hey little troll, put the gun down (ra ta ta ta)
Everybody blood now
I got the munchies
You're just lunch meat
I bring such heat
You must bring sunscreen (woo!)
Yeah, I drove off a bridge, right into Crystal Lake
With my Lil Pump in the trunk
Wrapped in some tape
They call me Stan
Fuck 'em, I'm ram-bunctious
Came back to life with an a-ppetite for
Some clout chasing, an amp to fight more
Take a bite, it's so damn delightful
They can hate, but they can't deny me
They have an issue, Stans behind me
Blue, yellow, purple pills
Enter the matrix, agent's field
You all, sound the, same it's, sick
You even look alike
Face tats, and lisps
A bunch of hypocrites at the least
You fake cunts
At least I sound like the mothafuckin' greatest

You don't know
You don't know
You don't know me
You can hate all you like
Say what you might
But I'll never lose sleep (nope)

Sincerely, Stan
P.S. FUCK LOGAN PAUL!!! UH, FUCK!!

Spit your rhymes... like that's it

Life After Death (MGK Diss) lyrics - Denace

The rap devil, the pot calling the black kettle
Let's back peddle
Back when you were that fellow
In Detroit singing "Lose Yourself"
At St. Andrew's Hall
I get it you love Slim, but what about Mathew, dawg?
Stan, I think you need your pills, you're having a damn withdrawal
I thought you got counseling from being banned by your rapping god
But Subway needs a new pedo, I heard Jared's gone
Put that in your file, you child molestor
I see your smile and gesture
Stay in your lane or the hit the brakes and pause
Before you crash and end up faint intake exhaust-ed
I'm crazy enough to jump in an ocean to just lay with the sharks
I came back dry with Meg dangling from my mangling jaws
Damn I'm crazy, you're just a Shady clone, a manikin doll
Get frantic and call the Vatican I'm attacking them all
Crucifixion, you's a fiction, caricature
Took a real gangsta's name and made yourself comparable
You're just a regular 'thot' named Sarah from the trailer park
And before you dare say I sound like Slim and biting his glaring art
Check my resume you'll find the clarification mark
Next to my name the best in the game with less than the fame
That I deserve, more than I've made 300k checks in the bank check
I'm too dope even though I bag ya'll up like new coke
I just scream to get people's attention, don't be fooled sport
It's good for publicity too if i yell from here they'll hear me in New York
Straight to Europe and back to Chicago where I'm chilling smoking a Newport
I never come too short like Danny Devito
I just blaze them like pulled pork
And rape them with full force
Taking a shot at me is like shooting from full court
I don't know Marshall but that really doesn't Mathers
I just know he murdered you and your ghost responded after
Fuck you and I speak for everyone else in this matter
How does it feel rapping from the other side where you're left
Guess i can sleep OK tonight knowing there's life after death

No Fair Freestyle lyrics - Denace

I'm in the wrong in this relationship
You can wear my shoes, but will your laces fit
You only bring me down when I'm raising up
And I do what I can, but it ain't enough
And if I show you I love you, I ain't so tough
And if I show you nothing, then we're breaking up
I swallowed a lot of pride, I inflated my gut
The pieces are now broken, and I lay in a cut
Home alone with alcohol, and the pain, it just sucks
My whole life outta me, and it's making me nuts
I'm about to die 'cause of this, someone bring me a tux
I love myself, but it seems that I hate my own guts
When I think of you and I, suicide coincides
I don't wanna lose you to another guy
I don't want pain and misery to define what we have, who we are
Just take a little time
For yourself, and clean your little mind
If you still love me, show me a little sign
I don't wanna be the bad guy, no
I don't wanna be that guy, no
I've had your back since day one
There's not a girl who compares, nope, there ain't one
Let me draw you a picture, let me paint one
If all the women just died, I wouldn't save one
I wouldn't calm you, that would be a fake one
I want you and only you, no I ain't done
Man I love you, more than you can imagine
I can sit inside of a mansion, money piled up
And I'd still be throwing tantrums
Still be depressed, still be obsessed with your laugh, hon
I can't fathom that we once worked back
Now we're just packing up things and acting like we never had been
What kind of crap is that, I'm sick of twisting my back the other way around
Looking like a pretzel for your love, you asshole
I'm about to pop a vessel inside of my damn skull
Sitting here, crying for a girl who don't care
'Bout I left the bottle, thinking it's no fair
I don't deserve the crap that I hold here
Hate, and your damn cold stare that you give me

Pac-Man lyrics - Denace (feat. Dispencery7)

Rest in peace Mac Miller
This is for the love of hip hop and battle rap
We gotta keep it alive

Dear Colson, I wrote you but you still haven't posted
The only time you rocked a Full House was when you were an Olson
But anyways, fuck it man
How's your little daughter? (how she doin')
Hopefully not getting involved in needles like her drug addicted father (whoops, oh shit)
I'm on another "plane"
I'm so awoken
You tryna emerge and see, but crash
You surely chokin'
And when I'm home alone bitch
You're still Macaulay Culkin (KEVIN!!!)
I'll march with the NRA to have this Machine Gun Kelly broken
Tough little pistol Kelly, shit I'll fist you so hard 'til I hit your belly
This dude is anorexic, get him a sandwhich
Mixed with jelly
I'm not even pissed, no really
I'm ballin' like a disco, silly
Those jabs you missed though, Nelly
I'm comin' for your wrist, throat Kelly
Come at me dawg, I'm sick, polio
These hater's are all liars
Coming out the woodwork like Pinocchio

I hate these mumble rappers
They go "da da da di"
Catch me in a Maserati (skkkrrt)
Or a fucking Bugatti
That I don't own
I rent, to be somebody
I don't knoooow (Lil Pump)
I don't knoooow (Lil Pump)
Little Yachty, I'ma Jambaddi

OK, I'm getting sidetracked
Back to Kelly, the fake Machiavelli (what's up?)
Bandana around your throat
Just fucking do it (Nike)
Hang yourself stupid
And Logan Paul will take a pic
Jump off the roof, and finally make a hit
You're Shady's bitch, about to get smoked like a Jamaican spliff
This square'll get chopped up into bacon bits
Ahhh what was I sayin'? shit
Oh yeah
I wanna let people know this
That I've noticed
The comments, that I'm a Shady clone
And that I believe that I am him, and I'm with Kim
And I'm delusional...
There's something you should know
I'm not a lunatic, I just knew this shit
That I used to get
Myself exposure and it worked
I'm on the news and shit
You're laughing at me, while I'm here laughing at y'all
Talking shit on the computer, surrounded by walls (you're a tough guy)
And I'm getting paid, probably fuckin' your bitch
That's why she doesn't answer your calls
So fuck you, fuck all of y'all

I hate these mumble rappers
They go "da da da di"
Catch me in a Maserati (skkkrrt)
Or a fucking Bugatti
That I don't own
I rent, to be somebody
I don't knoooow (Lil Pump)
I don't knoooow (Lil Pump)
Little Yachty, I'ma Jambaddi

Marshall is taking too long
Time for the Stans to unite
To stand up and fight
Raising the standards
Like I am in Stanford
For every stanza I'm planning to write (uh)
I can walk on water
But still standoffish
You understanding my lines?
Dismantling mics, with candles to light
This Ouija board we handle tonight (oh shit)
The Rap Devil's getting baptized
The power of Jesus compels you!! (uhhuh)
Sike! If anything needs to be exorcised on this guy it's a muscle (damn)
Like Bashir's mum, son
We getting ready to start a Dizaster
I'm wiping away you scum chunks
Like switching a carbon reactor
Y'all ain't shit but a cum dump
See man, I'm trashing this (w)rapper
But we know this don't actually matter
This is just the calm before Marshall get's at ya (again)
Bitch wait, you're a shit stain
Are you pussies mad at this clickbait?
Fuck it, I'll stick the tip of my dick into your chick
'Til the clitoris rips into a million bits
And the shit breaks

[*knock*, *knock*, *knock*, *knock*]
Yo, who the fuck is that?
I dunno, let me check

"Yo, what up? It's Kells. Cleveland!"
Yo, throw a beat on
Ok

"Uh, yeah, hand me the clippers
His beard is weird" Clippers?
Uh, yeah. What?
And a black shevel
Shevel? Don't you mean shovel?
No, I mean shevel, yeah. Ummmm...
Where's the autotune at? Ok...
Yeah, yeah, I'm sick of them sweatsuits
And those corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of eating food, and when I see a dude
I just walk around it (Kells, Kells)
I'm sick of being a stick and feeling like shit
But I'm still Kelly
So much seamen inside of my belly
And now I am feeling it swelling

Damn, shut up you hella thin skeleton
You're just an irrelevant elephant
In the room, soft as watermelon gelatin
Gone off the deep end, like Louise and Thelma did
Looking like an alien, local like a L.A.N
Where is Chris Hansen when we need to catch a man who's been
Dangling his teeny little weenie
On the 'gram again, no wonder Mashall's panicking
You're gonna get hammered in
Switch
Keep screwing around you might be the
Dumbest motherfucker since Justin Bieber
Or Logan Paul when he tried to tweet a
Diss up against Chris D'elia
This over-tatted, bony bastard's looking like some molten plastics
Thinner than the strings of woven baskets
Hopeless Codeine addicts
Homeless Brad Pitts
Looking like a Nazi who would vote for fascists
Dome on acid, go, go, gadget
Straight into a closing casket
Collecting heads like Sleepy Hollow
Y'all don't know me but you need to follow
Eminem's the G.O.A.T. and Kelly is dope
But both will overdose
And not see tomorrow
Damn, that's a hard pill to swallow
I'm in the car now and I killed the bottle
Tekashi in the trunk
Lil Yachty in the front
And I'm driving drunk
Into the wall, bro (nooo)

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen for listening
Sincerely, Stan

I hate these mumble rappers
They go "da da da di"
Catch me in a Maserati (skkkrrt)
Or a fucking Bugatti
That I don't own
I rent, to be somebody
I don't knoooow (Lil Pump)
I don't knoooow (Lil Pump)
Little Yachty, I'ma Jambaddi

Tell That Bitch lyrics - Denace

[Hook x2:]
Tell that bitch she wack as fuck
Tell that bitch she on some shit
Tell that bitch to fuck right off
Tell that bitch to suck a dick

[Verse 1:]
Tell that bitch she want for that, I even made a song for that
Tell that ho she out of line, all the little lies I don't fuck with that
Part of me and my ego bitch, my heart about to get a repo bitch
Give it here I'm about to debo shit, pack your stuff and don't leave no shit
You want respect? better earn that, its too late now I can't turn back
I'll say it again if you ain't heard that, you want respect? better earn that
Once upon a time not long ago, I really give a fuck about all these hoes
Something happened along the way, I met a bitch and lost all control

[Bridge:]
Tell that bitch, you sick and tired of her shit
You better tell that bitch, you know shes fucking around
You better tell that bitch, you not holding anything now
You better tell that bitch, take her fucking ass out

(You better tell that bitch)
Tell that bitch she owe me money, only about a hundred grand
And I don't think she understands, that I did all that I can
(Denace) Dammit ho (What) Clam it ho (But what why?) you salmon ho, go ahead and make me a sandwich ho

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Woman and bitches, there's a thin line between them
Like your ending the word line, take it out its a lie read it
So why said it, "fuck these hoes" Ima die screaming
They see me coming like I'm semen and I'm leaking, inside of five demons so baby call five decans
I'm going to define that I'm decent, but I ain't just five reasons why I am inclined to co-sign these creatures
But I'm as grimy as nine bitches combined

[Hook x2]

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