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letra de one time (bonus track) - clarky

one time
(prod. by red skull)

intro:
narhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! this guys getting f-cking delusional again…
this kids starting to do my f-cking brain in now..

get it into your fat f-cking head mate…
you ain’t ever gunna be as good as me!
stop trying… stop f-cking lying !

why you gotta go and try send again you melt?
you got abused last time.. then you didn’t reply..
now you go and do that.. well.. ima have to do this..

if this kid gets lippy; i’ll catch him on slips in aveley chippy!
p-ssy

hook:
sometimes; i hear the dumb rhymes you spit;
think you dont run lines you b-tch!
done one crime; in a cell thirty- none times;
ima dead him one time; wait for the punchline.. x2

verse1;
casey you’re not one under mine; you been done underlined;
as a swag mc; no under dog; just a dumb under guy;
panda pop when i punch up your eyes!
this guys bun; and tons oversize!
“who ate all the pies? who ate all the pies?”
“casey you fat f-ck; this aint a suprise!”
“you ate all the pies!
woops didn’t mean to pun this guy;
i forgot that he might come back;
with a par in his bar; like he did last time…
wait.. what was his last rhyme?
”my bars are lemon and yours are lime”
my bars raise levels; yours are a crime;
you sound like your raping music;
everytime that you touch a mic!

what?! f-ck a reply!
i’ll puncture your lungs & leave you to die!
catch you on slips at mcdonalds drive;
big mac meal with the big mac fries;
thinks hes a bigman; bigman lies!
the only thing big is his big man thighs!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
its time to be a big girl suzie… ‘& big girls dont cry!’
i heard that you got taken out on road?
like casper the friendly ghost..
run up by guys in scarfs & hats;
punched up by man & taken out with a bat! (brap!)
sneakz got gl-ssed! gr-ss!
wipe your -rs-; sh-tting himself;
ain’t sitting in cells; your a snitch; b-tch!
not getting girls; just feeling himself!

verse 2;
this kid changed his name but; my lyrics changed the game.. so
give it up p-ssyole you ain’t; gunna gain no fame;
cah you suck c-ck; g-y
i blame; the way he was raised; and that ain’t hate;
i swear in all your tunes you say; that you had had it
hard from an early age? (shame)
insists to get brave; hes moist; damp
casey claims that he busts case… the only thing he busts is w-nks!
errrrrr! jank! you will get merked!
he dont get how ockendon works..
you come for me then you’re starting a war!
but some d-ckheads will just never learn!
amusing that this kid wants more!

casey knows im on top of the scene;
ill take him on and off of the scene;
stop coppying me; your not an mc!
he clocked my facebook; and stole my beats!
several times; so i didn’t use them;
he abused them; with terrible rhymes!
pedestules high; wait til im kick him off;
clocks ticking; tock! your spitting shocks;
me cah; you think your spitting rocks!
casey ain’t been l!cking shots;
hes nicking tops; from charity shops!
no more fans; popularity stops!
….d-ckhead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
kid looks inbred! find him in his bed;
whenever there’s beef cah this.. (pr-ck’s messed!)
“gage im not gunna reply.. (its blessed!”)

hook:
sometimes; i hear the dumb rhymes you spit;
think you dont run lines you b-tch!
done one crime; in a cell thirty- none times;
ima dead him one time; wait for the punchline..

sometimes; i hear the dumb rhymes you spit;
no you dont bust nines you snitch!
you ain’t slumped one guy; none times…
i’ll end you one time! told you nuff times! x2

verse 3;
f-ggit f-cking running his mouth;
bun him; pumpkin; ima just slump him;
& when i duck in his house; f-ck it!
live up to my name! ain’t leaving nothing!!!
rush him; c-nt get dumped in hospital…
sl-t… punched; heart… pumped!
like getting run through was unstoppable!
get ya head l!cked off; are you nuts! dumb;
son of a b-tch; pr-ck; your a punk!
”but im having fun; but… im having fun”
ima watch this f-ggit die from his swolen bum!
fruit; i think its cute the way you spit;
like how you only rhyme the last word;
mate; that’s why its bait; im better;
i find it obsurd; so im gunna help you learn!
i rhyme each syllable; not just hi hats;
dont just bar on the clap! & try that!

then next time you won’t get merked;
make that your aim; then you might get heard!
this is why for your age; your still not sick;
are you thick? how the f-ck can you actually think?
that your bars are hard? -your as big as my c-ck on flop! (rarrrrhhh!)

whos guna write you a letter; (d-ckhead;)
that bar dont even make any sense?
you can’t afford a stamp; to write them back?
let alone a sp-ceship.. ain’t that what you said?
you make yourself a target; half witt;
write bars like that & still you claim you’re an artist!

- clarky

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