"D.I.Y. D.T.A."

Yo, well it's been a couple years since we got re-married,
Number 5,13 on the Post Secondary
Kind of did it as a favour then rekindled with Gerg,
Before I knew it, did the split cd with fuckin' Dirge,
I like to purge & binge but still be doing my thing,
There's record companies who wanna fuck us but won't let us in
The front door I'm no corporate whore,
We gotta do it on our own so we recorded one more, yo

D.I.Y.
D.T.A.
Do It Yourself
Don't Trust Anybody

Came for my revenge cus I was too cooped up,
Ripped you off in Local Scam & stuck the oeuf up your butt
Still be sick of the mall, because it's too much bullshit,
The hit & run motherfucker just got hit

Well it's been a couple months since
we released the Pimp Daddy,
3000 in the house
& it ain't be sounding too shabby
Now I'm writing like 9-0, still be ducking 5-0,
It's back to the studio, I'm talking about the Harlow

Sound, laying down, smackdowns,
Putting tracks down, watch your back now
Guess who's back now? Never wack yo
The new disc I hope you like this shit

Well I came for my revenge
Like Sabu I'm high flying,
& Told you dumb mutherfuckers
You was blind in your minds
I said I'll never forget
To Jay Poole & Rich P,.
Stab you with the speedball
Then send you down Beat Down street

So now I gotta do something new
I reminisce a white page turns blue
My heart pours out to you
Still trying to, brea,k through,
through, but fuck you
I won't do what you tell me

Love of it, why we do this shit
If we make it, never fake it
Here's the break kid...

Well I came for my revenge & said
Support your scenes' scenario,
Hit ya with the sadball
Then beat your ass as Rey Mysterio
The silver maple suckers vs. redneck zombies, G
Then throw the pieces & the remnants to the BWC