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letra de shillshot - bubba x dev

[intro]
you sound like a b-tch, b-tch
shut the f-ck up box
someone grab this server some players
you done?
f-ckin’ yellin at the mic
alright
you yellin’ at the mic
we doin’ this once
you yellin’ at the mic
why you so quiet?

[verse]
your mom just hit me on a text
last night, left hickeys on her neck
wait, you just dissed us? i’m perplexed
insult me in a line, compliment us on the next
d-mn, i’m really sorry you want a chargeback
addicted to the server like its crack
realized i forgot to call you back
here’s that plot sign for you, sounds like you need to be slapped

jo, jo, son
listen, hoe, dad isn’t mad
how you gonna name yourself after a d-mn box
all you have is blocks?
the giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable
supplyin’ keys, got the fire stoked
say you got me in a scope, but you can’t phase me
i say one call to hope and you’re lazy
your reply got the crowd yelling, “woo!”
so before you die let’s see who can out-petty who
with your corny lines (“dead server”)—ow, box, ooh
but 5 years in and still we see you
5 years ago, we grew you
now let’s talk about somethin’ we don’t do
needing a ghost writer to diss someone, really dude
but you’re a f-ckin’ mole hill
now i’ma make a mountain out of you!
ho, chill, actin’ like you put the bow and arrow to our bone marrow
player? b-tch, you are slow and narrow

speak up you sound like you in a library, servers’ dead
go to bed, that’s the only time you dont get carried
are you staff or are you a player with a tag?
what the f-ck do you do again, are you admin or chatmod?
’cause i’m takin’ ’em back, box, i need meaningful material
…legendary…

“yo, your server is dead
go back to 2014,” oh shoot, that was when you were 12
you belong on the shelf. oops
know your track before you come at me, lil’ goof
luxury, oh, you broke, b-tch? yeah, i had your money in ’14
to burn it in front of you
better than me? no, your just some kid behind a screen, it’s funny but so true
i’d rather the server be dead than be around you

’til the servers hitting old age
still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old’s rage
got more sk!ll than you in any game, lil’ kiddy, itsa shame
feel like i’m babysitting lil lame

call me daddy okay so you spent your whole day
makin’ a video just to f-ckin’ dig your own grave
got you at your own wake, gonna make you shake
you ain’t never made a server in the top 10, no pay
next to anyone you’re just a box hoe, really box jo

boxxy, they’ll be putting your name
next to vp, next to core—die, motherf-cker!
you’re just a dead meme m-th-rf-cker’ should be mad cryin
should have died with badlion, you lyin

my biggest moments are you paying my bills
the game’s mine again and ain’t nothin’ changed but the craft
so before i slay this b-tch ho i, mwah, give dan a kiss
gotta wake up to this
bein’ shamed by some b-tch usin’ the server for cl!ckbait
all you do is buy our crates, ‘making this cause you want your minute of fame
now i gotta c-ck back, aim
yeah, b-tch, look what you became! (pop)

it’s your moment
this is it, as far as you’re gonna get, so enjoy it
had to give you a rank to destroy it

toxic injection
putting you six feet deep, i’ll give you a b for the effort
but if i was three-foot-eleven
you’d look up to me, and for the record
you would suck a d-ck to get one f-ckin crate key
l!ck a b-llsack to to get staff, don’t you see
giving your life to be validated
this mothaf-ckin’ sh-t is gonna get you hated
sounds like your outdated ego should be put in a box and reeducated
enough of this misleading 10 year old wanna be rapper
how the f-ck are we gonna battle?
sounds like you need your -ss whooped by a paddle
’cause he knows, long as obsidians here he’s gon’ have to live in its shadow
exhausting, letting off on my offspring
but when the stove is hot, you ought to get burned!
you dance around like its pvp, but we know what’s earned
you’re f-ckin’ salty and you still haven’t learned
your diamond armor, you wannabe farmer
you dress better, our servers better
that a whisper or a love letter?
enough out of you, pompous pr-ck
it’s over for you and your clique, i just don’t like you, d-ck
thanks for dissing us
now i have an excuse on the mic to write for this fake -ss fight
but really i don’t care who’s in the right
but you’re losin’ like you do in fortnite
you look like f-cking dwight. just take the l alright
puttin nails in these coffins as soft as your spine
k!llshot, i will not fail, i’m with the doc still
but this idiot’s still doped up being a minecraft shill
but, box, the day you do something is the day that minecraft beats
roblox before it gets itself k!lled, ah!

i’m sick of you ridin’ on our backs
that sh-t is mothaf-ckin’ wack
so let’s talk about it (let’s talk about it)
i’m sick of your librarian mouth
need to get the c-ck up out it
before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
i’m sick of your bullsh-t
just ’cause you look in the mirror and think
that you’re a tough kid (kid)
don’t mean you are, and you’re not about it
so just leave the servers d-ck in your mouth and keep the lunatic out it

[outro]
you f-ckin’—oh
and i’m just playin’, mojang
you know we love you

- bubba x dev

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