sped kid 2 (sm25.diss track)
verse 1: ay, you fucking make me sick, ay what the frick, your mom just hopped up on my dick, and rhode like a pony, these rymes are spicier then Chester the cheetas jalapeño macaroni, this dude Is fucking baloney. chorus: blah blah blah the fuck you say, mumble rapper just like dashawn the gay, you fuck with me and now you gotta pay, you know I be making that green every day. verse 2: ay, shout out to the rap fame designer's, but rid of these terrible rapping minors, and um... bitch that was a moment of silence. time to start going a little faster we gotta turn on the gasses, every lyric I say passes, when I spit I shine so bright yo ass gonna need sunglasses. chorus: blah blah blah the fuck you say, mumble rapper just like dashawn the gay, you fuck with me and now you gotta pay, you know I be making that green every day. verse 3: these rappers say im bad they must be kidding, cause every time I drop a diss they always quitting, these ryhmes are smooth like a fucking kitten. fast part: So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood It's lookin' like it's that time of the month Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer Fuckin' phenomenal, but Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the Mop and Glo Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole. what, why'd the beat cut off? fuck it
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verse 1: ay, you fucking make me sick, ay what the frick, your mom just hopped up on my dick, and rhode like a pony, these rymes are spicier then Chester the cheetas jalapeño macaroni, this dude Is fucking baloney. chorus: blah blah blah the fuck you say, mumble rapper just like dashawn the gay, you fuck with me and now you gotta pay, you know I be making that green every day. verse 2: ay, shout out to the rap fame designer's, but rid of these terrible rapping minors, and um... bitch that was a moment of silence. time to start going a little faster we gotta turn on the gasses, every lyric I say passes, when I spit I shine so bright yo ass gonna need sunglasses. chorus: blah blah blah the fuck you say, mumble rapper just like dashawn the gay, you fuck with me and now you gotta pay, you know I be making that green every day. verse 3: these rappers say im bad they must be kidding, cause every time I drop a diss they always quitting, these ryhmes are smooth like a fucking kitten. fast part: So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood It's lookin' like it's that time of the month Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer Fuckin' phenomenal, but Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the Mop and Glo Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole. what, why'd the beat cut off? fuck it
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