Lyrics
Smash the walls and then ill laugh at yall,
Feel my wrath as soon as I grasp the basketball,
And ill juke ya go around your back and threw ya own feet,
Make you look like a fool and throw it off yah dome piece,
You better realize you can’t test the sire,
The shots im wetting are setting nest on fire
Just to let you know, my shots are sinking untouched,
You falling all over the court like you been drinking to much,
Your best player im ten steps ahead of him,
He can’t be better cuz im wetter then a veteran, stepping to war
My style is raw, my moves are shaking up ya brain,
You taking up the shame, as im breaking to the lane,
And im gone, I vanish, leave your clique to panic,
It’s a fact that your team’s wack and cant stand it,
If you’re showing good game, I got to be sicker,
Cuz the only handles you got is all of your bottles of liquor,
Your teams tense, defense is why u aint dribbling much,
The whole game im running off of an adrenalin rush,
And im pumped mowing you down like a dozer,
You’ll be found on the ground if u comes around my soldiers,
Cuz we’re dy, we the king of the bee hive,
We’re the tower of terror while you standing knee-high,
So you see why, all contenders heads are sulking,
Cuz they got to bow down in the presence of the sultan,
We move so fast we never get caught,
So bow down to DY, we cuz we wet shots,
Don’t get me wrong, your teams alright,
But you can’t touch the warriors in the green and white,
It’s Dennis Yarmouth, we hitting the hardest,
Honest, we got the hottest shots on targets,
You been eating cinder blocks, cuz you throwing up bricks kid
We get up in your flock, give me the shot and ill stick it,
We all over the court like you smashing vase,
Take a shot and ill swat the rock back in your face,
That’s a disgrace, you can’t touch us; we’re invisible,
It’s critical that we break walls like Jericho,
10 steps ahead of you, battles are hysterical,
Top your extravagant moves like there miniscule,
Ill get rid of you as soon as the balls tossed up,
Tap it to one of my dogs and watch you get crossed up,
Washed up, on the real though its getting kind of tense,
Im dunking all over your center when you’re sitting on the bench,
Your team can’t contain me, for real im kind of crazy,
Cock it back, jump up, pump and then I drain threes,
Playing against us is like ordering your coffins,
We’re wet, why you think they call us dolphins,
