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letra de yonkers* - bigantdog (raps)

[verse 1]
feelin’ like a f-ckin’ murder with the if that was a week it was a shmurda
comin’ after you p-ssyholes:
doja cat, master pain, and these new sh-tty individuals
was that physical harm to you or some sh-t or some lyrical tear tones
i can be horror you just talk s-x
now these new miracles wanna hop on like it’s the spirituals (uh)
these hypocriticals wanna sue me like i did somethin’ wrong
wait do i do a f-ckin’ columbine like it’s was a dollar time (yeah)
in a lawsuit now it’s was a shoot for you or a response this is the big response
feel like f-ckin’ nas right now
but was that nonce try to touch the girl, who?
rueben the f-ckin’ racist the spastic try to attack with
with yo’ mum try sue me next or i sue you
roll in peace; kodak black
the sue master; doja cat (b-tch)
now i stay woker sat down writin’ the spoker now the rat is here
now they heart-broker not in the disses (four f-ckin’ hours later)
now i’m by the flockers with the goats followin’ biggie and ‘pac

[verse 2]
these b-tches-these b-tches (snitches)
puttin’ me in the lawsuit then i put you in the ditches (uh)
i’m turnin’ into a f-ckin’ glitch like yo’ girl have a witch nose
if you mess with me i would leave you like a f-ckin’ flitch of the bacon
leave the sky pitch black with the smack talkin’ wack
i don’t f-ck wit’ yo’ music doja cat so i give you the massive f-ck you
now stab rueben in the f-ckin’ heart left his wounds cut open yeah that a threat
he think it’s f-ckin’ smart to f-ck wit’ the big boy well that meth was f-ckin’ sound
when is the round where you die it’s f-ckin’ now you f-ckin’ fat c-nt
thagodrunt you a f-ckin’ b-tch my g
you said the n word like you mean’t it
blame it on me on yo’ old friend betray me too
i hope you die tonight with a heart f-ckin’ problem (beep)
and i hope yo’ brain shut off like a f-ckin’ pc shuttin’ off b-tch
puttin’ me off the vibe like it cuttin’ you off
now yo’ mum is suckin’ me off now b-tch
now i f-ckin’ f-cked her ass (ahh)
you better shut the f-ck up you fake yo’ suicidal
now doja cat is doin’ s-x threats to people on a f-ckin’ song
(i don’t give a f-ck come at me like it a f-ckin’ threat)
then i do death threats to rueben

[verse 3]
b-tch f-ck off
all of you or i’ll stab you in the heart and yo’ heart come out wit’ blood
i will k!ll everyone in the yo’ hood well the line was good
could you even write a song rueben if you that jealous you fat mothaf-cka’
yeah now i’m f-ckin’ done you fat c-nt f-ck you rueben i hope you throw up blood
and die off it too f-ck off

[outro]
i’m a f-ckin’ young devil at these f-ckin’ diss track dissed everyone i target
“skies” january 1st

- bigantdog raps

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