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letra de mr. mims diss - ekwesco

[intro]
oh man, that really hurt
he told me to grow a d-ck!
i don’t understand
that really hurt me feelings, that’s some bullsh-t!
man, long time no see. son of a b-tch!
alright

[verse 1]
it isn’t often that i have some compet-tion
you rappers got positions but get blasted often quickly
it’s been a minute since christian mims has uttered a word to me
but dissing replenishes mental weapons from the herbary
why you such a hater, homie, got some extra words for me?
you think that bullsh-t diss you written stops and makes sh-t worse for me?
all you and your puppets ever did was misinterpret me
i’ve tried to show you my capabilities not concerned with beats
and when you get in front of me, you’re making fun of me?
saying i’m claiming the living i wanna be, and it ain’t honestly?
i’ve done this sh-t since back in elementary school
just writing rhymes while my peers just slept in their drool
you’re mentally fooled, give me something rememerable
give me a tool, then i’ll show you how pretenders have rules
so you’ve been calling my bluff since you was all on my bus
i heard you hollering “c-nt”, putting it all in a blunt
you just ain’t scaring me homie, you got no clarity, broski
this is my house and i’ll be d-mned if i don’t stand up to phonies
i keep recalling on an afternoon, waiting for the buses
your little posse was p-ssing me and laughing so abruptly
and i looked behind my back and heard “trailer gang!”
i only laughed cause your ignorance is plain as day
so take aim, say names, play games, you don’t gotta hate on me
i’ll still give you props if you deserve it cause you made some heat
but since you met me, who you think i am is f-cking bay-lo-ney
i’m glad that it was dope, it’s inspiration just to wake the beast
obviously you saw me as an easy target
a couple years ago, i don’t think you had even started
b-tch, i’ve been rapping since before i was a teen, and farther
so your hypothesis to slaughter me is three r-t-rded
you can’t accomplish it, your bars are not that gnarly
the only thing that you can out-do me in is an ollie
just stand behind the counter top at arby’s
them curly fries bound to be embossing your coffin out of the barbie
your diss was kinda cute, man it was darling
for underestimating me, i’m ’bout to make you feel f-cking r-t-rded
what’s up with that noise? sh-t, don’t you still live up the street from me?
everytime i see you when i’m walking, you’re p-ssing peacefully
you’re seeking beats? i bet elliot would jack you off
you f-ggots actively p-ss us, and as you laugh, we scoff
“stupid motherf-cker”, like what is it that you were trying to accomplish?
i go bin laden, no hiding, but you coming after the bombest
and i’m just honest, i rock it
i’ll take mr. mims, blister his chin and then figuratively rip his limbs
laughing as he shivers in fear, ripping his teeth through his ear
attack the enemy and all their people
look, you’re dumber than a mule, i’m loving all the fuel
you know nothing of what i can do, man let’s double down and duel
f-ck you, little tool
what is it to you what the f-ck i do?
knuckles make you drool, busting like a fool
put your pen to use! (f-ck-boy)

- ekwesco

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