Tekst piosenki
„At the top floor of Orlando and don’t see none of y’all suckers.”
Cheaaa
You illiterate, little kids
Put ya in baby crib
Maybe if your guns were real, but that’s just „maybe if”
Crazy shit, contraband was just like a navy ship
It sunk to the bottom before they even made that ship
I make I’ll figures, fresh like JB
Bentley on E, which E stands for empty
Ugh
You a immigrant, green card
Reduce, reuse, recycle them three R’s
Retard, You pretend your a vengeance
I put the red in redemption
If my name is in mention
I’ll put the K as in message
Like ya bitch was mad when texting
Now let me show you what’s really infected
Your last phase
I cascade
I castrate
Your sad face
I activate
The last of days
To pass the way
For my campaign
My dick has flames
You speak in shame
But I maintain
To kill the weak
Dont speak to me
To peak your cheap
Words to be
Added to thee
Verses I seek
Make mills, no meek
You up shits creek
I’m diagon alley
Higher fire breathing dragon
I like guys but you the faggot
The same disses you keep draggin
But sadly i made it happen
You wanna battle me? try mo
Dont record your fucking songs on an Iphone
And Eric
Thinking your buzz Rose like Derrick
Went at me on a wack beat
Thats very barbaric
Yours bars are clearance
The style you have is apparent
To be bought by your parents
Cause who the fuck wears Marc Ecko?
(Bullshit Dialog)
(Verse 2)
Fucking beats up as I go on
Never gave a damn cause this show never goes on
You a fucking bitch
Put a fucking thong on
Then you sing the song
Thong…..thong thong thong thong
Cause that’s what you rap like
Bitch you a rap dyke
Fuck you and your mom
In her black kite
Fuck it
I’ll take the bucket
Put it over my head
Your girlfriend can suck it
I nut over her face now
She a grey hound
She so great now
She wanna bake cows
I bake cows for a living
(Bullshit dialog)
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