DVS:
I run thru H-DUBles like Helly Hansen...
Androgynous Marilyn Manson....bitches get fucked by the stanzas...
My pedigree is oxidized and rusted...
Double Decker punchlines on motherfuckers....Simple and lackluster...
The metaphor madman at random use time as a weapon...
Your steps are so half-assed…they LEGEND!!
I run up in ya rest on an equestrian shitting on ya minutes and seconds...
Break out my wallet and show you a SNAPSHOT of perfection...
DEMON...the Tasmanian Devil, spit fire at winds...
Flames be licking at my Timbs...shatter pipe dreams on a whim...
My style is mummified excellent like Egyptian Pharaoh...
You at the shooting range trying to BUCK back with an ARROW!!
My eye is on the sparrow...
Ya chance is narrow and slim as the needle they insert to replenish the bone marrow...
I breathe heavier on niggaz than asthmatics...
Saw you try to spit 12 but it sounded like dogs fucking over static...
I'm on higher levels than Tibetan Monks in a cave...
Hit you so hard with INITIALS, its like ya CHEST was engraved...
Dominant Vernacular Spectacular Demon Voracious...
Spat Doodoo Venomous while Decadently on Vacation...SIMIAN!!!
Parking Brothers like I sunk ya Battleship....
Only question when I serve yo ass is if you wanted CHIPS!!
And for the simpletons, I GUESS I'll take a dip...
I'm phonetically, genetically....eternally THE SHIT!!
You intelligence impaired follicle of pubic hair!!!
Better pray to the inbox, nigga...'cause KNOWONE really cares!!
Dug in my grey matter and let the neurons analyze you...
My lyrics batter grills...even ya MOM'S won't recognize you...
Then hit the studio and give you 24 to RIDE to...
It takes more than a random pairing to make you a rival...
I cling to microphones like babies do tits for survival…
Then mutilate genitalia like an African Tribe will….

With love…

DV the Demon


hdub:
the first round- destined to be ya worst clown
messing wit’ a king, dub gunning for a purse now
i steps in t’the ring, shut whole omniverse down
dub pounding earth down- rhymes finalizing a grave
like ric said- "hearse found," i’m analyzing the page
suffocate wit’ well versed nouns, my styles is ablaze
i rises in rage- with my eyes on the prize, my rhymes- ya demise
it’s time fa goodbyes- ya ambition to spit gets quick circumcised
this dick jerker dies, ya found lurker, bye!
NFO goes so highs- we owns the most guys
you known for old times- i flows those bold lines
challenge ya whole status, by rocking gold rhymes,
poppin' old divines- i drops dvs’
my style leaves heads breathless like bed sex’s yes’s-
dub blesses every edit wit' the best tested methods:
obsessive, head wrecking- spit exacting-
my mic checkin’- bests whole factions, in seconds
i beckons- like tekken to foes in the tournament
turn men to hood ornaments, no redemption not born again-
ya sonned like a morning when, my flow heat rains pouring in
like skeet stains from whoring men- i carries disease
such ill steez- dub sick like ovarian bleeds
like marion b’s- you musta been cracked out,
shoulda did backed out, you’re son of sam summer kid
blacked out-
i maxed out, ‘cause shakeet said: “yo, keep it short”
if i lose it’s corruption! peep those oliver nort’s