a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de bonkers - de

[intro]

yeah
ayo, we doin’ this once
gotta answer this motherf-cker
sh-t
yo i don’t know how to start this one
aight

[verse 1]

woke up to a honkie tryna diss me
played that sh-t it sounded like a donkey
screamin’ “kiss me”
this little sissy thought he succeeded to p-ss me
while all he did was sound like a disney man
drinking whiskey

i was born to hold this pencil with the
poisonous lead
i heard a voice in my head saying the choice
is bloodshed
so why would i quit ‘fore putting you on the
deathbed
sleep is my cousin and i’m comin’ for you
misser
your bars are stolen, 8 mile is the first
thing that hit me
how many eminem g*nius video did you see
to diss me?
b-tch you a flowbitter, it explains why
supernova is your ghost writer (haha)
should i expose brighter?
alright he got no wet dreams
’cause his pp doesn’t get any
bigger than my ep (3)
b-tch i’m a product of the marshall mathers
and slim shady lp
help me ! before my bars get unhealthy

bring yo’ whole -rs-nal into my chelsea like it’s premier league
i’ll walk into this gunfight with a knife
and still manage to k!ll you ’cause i’m stealthy
compared to yours my penmanship is more wealthy
i’m that cracker you don’t wanna go head to head with
or toe to toe or eye to eye (gotta match your corny lines)

i’m the generic version of b-rabbit
straight outta bessy, 2 streets from the sea, i inhabit
i learnt to distract myself from the fact that
i’m a lad
it helps me to write these diss tracks every
time that i’m mad
but i’m cooler than i ever had while i am
writing this track
guess that’s only because my opponent is that bad
still gotta answer this prokid who thinks
i’m so broken or don’t have any line to
mock him oh f-ck it i’ll just choke him
you ain’t even a rapper, you just made one song
and deleted it after
5 hours ’cause even you yourself couldn’t stand it
my response is gonna sh-t it like i did on the mic
admit it, f-ck it you need to get yourself a life
you corny lookin’ white boy better back of
this the warning
if you wanna get some, you’re gon’ get
your ass handed

how can i destroy careers when you don’t
even have one
f-cking b-tch who’s a fan of a guy
with a man bun
pretends to know about rap but can’t
differentiate boom bap and trap
all you know is to talk wack about
others
and to fack on your brothers (sh-t)

[outro]

new york state of mind
new york state of mind
new york state of mind
new york state of mind
and i’m just playing kiddy
y’know i love ya (haha)

- de

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS