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Used to hang with cesspools, They full of shit
That was the old me, fuck Deejay Twitch
Fuck your diss raps, battle me its mismatched
When I spit, I’m in ass; while you piss back
Fuck your ambitions, different renditions
Future, I’mma sell out shows; while you doing dishes
Fuck you trying to control me, I am my own person
You barely incapacitate, I just kill verses
My, murder is perfect; you barely scratch the surface
You sell out to do shit, I am not for purchase
You talk shit, Brush your teeth
Your shits gay, They’re days, im on replay
And if you try to diss me, I got three blades
Blood red as you gaze at your rib cage
You were just a chapter, fuck it, next page
FUCK THAT, NEW BOOK
I spit punches, chorus be a left hook
Your shit is lame, every song of yours is the same
And sure-enough, my crew murderous
Molotov Cocktails, you Burning Up
King Among Men, left that in the dust
I’m a loser, thats kinda fucked up
You moved supposedly, I’m going to where I’m supposed to be
When you talk, I shall be ignoring thee
Ignoramus, fuck you, I’m the greastest
I stink of success, smell my fragrance
Listen to my bars, bitch the got cadence
As you know, I done spoke, hope you choke on what you spoke
While they put up triangles yelling „Nigga this is DOOOOOPE”
Fuck rap, dont wanna be in the same genre
Fuck you, thats my mantra…um
You bug me, entomology
I give no apologies, due to your hypocrisy
This ain’t causin me any Cloud Strife
My dreams are pipe, you bullshit your way through life
You getting mad, I’m just flying kites
Kites, Kites, Kites
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