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letra de clown shit - critical mischief

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(bullsh-t -ss bars)
wait he’s trying to take shots at me?
f-cking clown

i heard a couple words from a birds
in the grape vine
i’m the nerd that observes your sh-t
with my third eye

i concocted a flow so devilish
you could fear it
it’s like i let satan grab the wheel
so he can steer it

your last year here
i can see you want attention
you should work on your
trade tech admission

was that too far?
nah this was for fun right?
stopped me before cl-ss
to tell me we was alright

you play for fun
motherf-cker i play for keeps
i got a royal flush in my hand
read em and weep

murder your career
pray to god for a new life
turn in your new mic
keep serving me some french fries

your bars are sinking like an anchor
hope they can swim
get a life jacket b-tch
i’ll make you spin like a rim

diss me little f-ck
i wanna see what happens
patience is a b-tch
i made that hoe tap in
i got time to spare
i’ll be here laughing
1 song every 8 months
you got me started i’m spazzing
you wanna go back and forth
you ain’t about it
keep d-cks in your mouth
and my f-cking name out it

my flows gotten hotter
than demi levato’s spoon
spaz till i black out from helium balloons

see the fires in eyes
you put fuel in my flame
you let the monster out his cage
i’m not the one to tame

you knew you got f-cked
when your cl-ss rushed my stands
screaming my name
like some f-cking justin fans

b rabbit yourself
let me give you the rope
i heard you tried to spit
but it’s more like you choked

i’ll k!ll you right now and act like i didn’t do it
this verse fits like a glove
i oj simpson my music

i’m hysterical ain’t worth a nickel
good diss (ha ha)
you’ll get kicked and dismissed
you’ll sink like battleships
your time running down
quarterback tick tick
you a girl
i’m r kelly when i start to p-ss p-ss

i rap circles around you like a donut hole
you the opening act but
sh-t i run the show

need me to stand still so you can get your aim right
i’ll show my f-cking -ss so your target’s plain white

i slap you with the mic like a pimp slaps a hooker
i got a sweet tooth for this sh-t
give me some sugar

people asked if i was scared
b-tch who’s asking
you swear you gonna hit man
you was just jabbing
oh sh-t you dropped a song
everyone was napping
wanna run ya mouth
take ya best shot at me

unknown boi is dead
so i’ll k!ll tf1
stand still on my shot
take my breath and you’re done
the flyest my -ss
the fake one who wants some
hang yourself or i will
i suggest that you jump

unknown boi is dead
so i’ll k!ll tf1
stand still on my shot
take my breath and you’re done
the flyest my -ss
the fake one who wants some
hang yourself or i will
i suggest that you jump

this is why you don’t f-ck with a real rapper
shoutout rb
shoutout explicit
tape coming soon

- critical mischief

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