Emcee Emily badass diss aka savage dudeass

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What's a badass to a homicidal savage? Hit the lights, Emily, mmm, 'boutta have it Gonna take it like a bad habit Gonna fuck ya whole crew like a jack rabbit If you don't like it then too bad, bitch! I'm too cold, got the whole room frosted, You talk big online, real life exhausted, All that tough talk, but the image is borrowed, Frontin' like a king, but your throne is hollow. I walk in, confidence drippin' off the fabric, You rehearsed every move, I just make it magic, Every bar heavyweight, every line lands tragic, You a cheap imitation, I'm the main attraction. Big mouth, little facts, that's a bad combination, Claim you're runnin' things, but you're stuck at the station, I been buildin' my name while you chase validation, Now they watchin' your fall like it's prime-time entertainment. Talk slick, get smoked by the truth in the booth, I'm the proof, you a spoof, ain't a thing you can do, Whole squad gassin' you up, that's cute, But when the beat drops, everybody know who is who. Too bad, bitch, that's the way that it goes, You was flexin' for the crowd, now exposed by the flow, Every verse hit hard, every punchline cold, I'ma leave this whole track with your name on a toe tag of jokes. You won a battle off bought views, weak lines and gimmicks, Triple-dipped punchlines, still nobody feel it, Talkin' 'bout my name every chance that you get, 'Cause the only way you're up is by attachin' to my shit. Tryna ride a wave, tryna chain me to a leash, But I been wide awake, now I see beyond the speech, Every move calculated, every lie gettin' exposed, You slither through the grass, everybody know the code. Snake in the garden, counterfeit artist, Whole persona manufactured, couldn't keep it the farthest, Claim you're somethin' special, but the mask keep droppin', Every story got holes, every flex needs proppin'. Rap fame got you actin' like a star in a play, But the curtain get pulled and the truth on display, Stay in your lane, you ain't built for this war, I put you to shame every time I record. You got filters and edits, I got scars and experience, You got numbers on a screen, I got people who hear this, Big difference, that's why your whole campaign failed, When the smoke finally clears, you'll be known for the tale. I don't gotta fake nothin', I don't gotta pretend, Every bar leave a mark, every verse gonna sting, You spent years buildin' fiction, I spent years earnin' stripes, Now I'm killin' every rumor with a microphone and a mic.

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Dirty Dollarz Daniels

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1 month ago

Miss Alabama Slammer

1 month ago

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1 month ago

DM me, i want to apologize and work with you she a dumb bitch

Lucifer Jones ☠️ SAVAGE