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letra de pissed off - disklexic

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“the future belongs to the hungry
the humble, the hustler
it is those who will take the throne
a new mentality will birth inside me
f-ck it

pick it back up, come and revive me
can’t n0body tame this devil inside me
i paint a picture too my liking
i see me taking your side chick

i am a physic, fast as lightning
like sterling down the right wing
engaged to the game
take a look at my ring

put my foot down lightly
f-ck hurting myself
like a stomp on the ground
i’m loving the sound

i was unsure but, i’m confident now
done f-cking around
got sh-lly’s for rounds
i’m coming in loud

making mum proud
f-ck holding me down
i’m drowning your doubts
while i’m packing a ounce

(bap bap)

these rappers are hoes
drooling for payment from shows
wh0res for the money and clothes
(ahhh)

thee thi tho thumb
how many rappers tryna feel my bum?
when i blow up
how many b-tches wanna taste my cum?

i’m premier league, you’re more league one
my styles a little hard to teach one
go find another rapper to leach on
whats bubba and the tables
without devon

can’t stop making hits
back and forth
like i’m playing ping pong
can’t catch me, i sneaked off

slap the game, like a cheap wh0re
outdo the odds like jack and beanstalk
making they’re plans go up in the air
like eddie the eagle

don’t ask who’s raising the bar, we are not equal
there’s only one me,they’re won’t be a equal
my sound is so ill i caught shingles and measles
transfer my illness to thousands of people

twisted intentions like evel kenevil
my weapons are lethal
f-ck keeping it peaceful
shout out to diesel

taking some shots and making some steals
like im sharing a caught with shaquille o’neal
i couldn’t give a f-ck how you feel
i do not fabricate,i am all real

leave you all shocked
like my c-ck is revealed
mad at the fact of the matter
your weak like the p-ss from my bladder

re-using they’re bars so i laugh at em after
you let us all down, i knew it would happen
im climbing the ladder, you’re under the hammer
i’ll give it a stab at throwing some jabs
at these b-st-rds

reloading the cannon
all this passion devoted
i’m seconds from blowing
they know it

give me, two days to produce a hit
ll give you, three days to produce
some sh-t hungry for this
gonna eat more i know you cl!ck

to my sh-t like a c-four
smoking all this weed until
im higher then a b-cord
im just starting to feel my feet more

i just want a quiet place-to count my g’s
never asked to you to like me
you p-ssy’s are chickens, but i like beef
you f-ckers are puppets

they’ll get they’re come uppens
i love it when they feel
like they’re something
and act like they run it

but really they’re nothing (sh-t)
slaying the game like
i played in cool running’s (ice)
you are correct , i’m a miserable pr-ck

i work harder then 90% of these d-cks
these mc’s hate me cause i spit, how it is
if you wanna use my lyrics
least give me mention

you’re lacking on effort
you just better put your hands together
and pray to the reverent
keep turning a blind eye to every sentence

run my mouth like i have nine life’s
knock them down like fight night
if you wanna scr-p then, i might
pictured myself in the limelight
right now its my time”

- disklexic

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