Sybau (sm25. diss track)
verse 1: ay, I might have been gone for a while but now I'm dissing this hoe, listening to your music recently bro? cause you really blow bitch you've got zero flow, meanwhile, these ryhmes are long and spicy like pho, you ever talk to Joe? or I should say joe mama cause last night me and her scored a goal. chorus: piss in a cup and pour it in your cereal, give it a new material, some bacterial, send yo ass to a funeral. verse 2: yeah, we know you still drink from a sippy cup, yo ass need to get your drippy up, cause yo ass chopped as fuck, check this fast part out that's faster than a fuckin' hockey puck. fast part: I just keep on getting better, still, it's pedal to the metal 'Til they put me on a pedestal, admit I been ahead of 'em And I ain't talkin' alphabetical, they'll never know the effort that it took to be incredible I cook a beat and eat it like it's edible You're lookin' for a whoopin' if you come in like a rookie against a veteran It's gonna be regrettable, you're gonna need some medical attention for your head and throat when messin' with a general I got 'em in a coma, yeah, they headin' for the bed alone They put you on a ventilator, end up like a vegetable No, it ain't really ethical, they really should be dead But they gon' fill 'em with the medicine to keep the body tenable You better go to bed or go to get a load of chemicals They fed him anesthetic for the headache Man, I get it, no, but that ain't recommendable I rather go and send the hoes to get a load and blow him But the man is not a hetero— The other way around, the man is really into men, I know But anyway, I got no fuckin' pity for the petty hoes I recommend you let 'em know, the pussy is forgettable I think about the glow up, when I blow up like I'm Jelly Roll. chorus: piss in a cup and pour it in your cereal, give it a new material, some bacterial, send yo ass to a funeral. ending: to win this you'll need Jesus christ, yo ass boutta get sliced, diced, and spiced, pussy.
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verse 1: ay, I might have been gone for a while but now I'm dissing this hoe, listening to your music recently bro? cause you really blow bitch you've got zero flow, meanwhile, these ryhmes are long and spicy like pho, you ever talk to Joe? or I should say joe mama cause last night me and her scored a goal. chorus: piss in a cup and pour it in your cereal, give it a new material, some bacterial, send yo ass to a funeral. verse 2: yeah, we know you still drink from a sippy cup, yo ass need to get your drippy up, cause yo ass chopped as fuck, check this fast part out that's faster than a fuckin' hockey puck. fast part: I just keep on getting better, still, it's pedal to the metal 'Til they put me on a pedestal, admit I been ahead of 'em And I ain't talkin' alphabetical, they'll never know the effort that it took to be incredible I cook a beat and eat it like it's edible You're lookin' for a whoopin' if you come in like a rookie against a veteran It's gonna be regrettable, you're gonna need some medical attention for your head and throat when messin' with a general I got 'em in a coma, yeah, they headin' for the bed alone They put you on a ventilator, end up like a vegetable No, it ain't really ethical, they really should be dead But they gon' fill 'em with the medicine to keep the body tenable You better go to bed or go to get a load of chemicals They fed him anesthetic for the headache Man, I get it, no, but that ain't recommendable I rather go and send the hoes to get a load and blow him But the man is not a hetero— The other way around, the man is really into men, I know But anyway, I got no fuckin' pity for the petty hoes I recommend you let 'em know, the pussy is forgettable I think about the glow up, when I blow up like I'm Jelly Roll. chorus: piss in a cup and pour it in your cereal, give it a new material, some bacterial, send yo ass to a funeral. ending: to win this you'll need Jesus christ, yo ass boutta get sliced, diced, and spiced, pussy.
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