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letra de rip thicc shady - fergus lesley

[verse 1: fergus & noah]
we was on the brink of thinking thicc retired
you been extinct for 2 years prior
quarantine got you keen and got you inspired
to drop a few words with no beat – dire

now you’re lean, eh?
still gotta squeeze into jeans
never been 3 feet from a gym machine
never had a bird that was over 14
and you’ve never not looked like a f-cking bean (haha)

tape it off, crime scene (why?)
adam, that’s obscene
just seen him put his ween
in a f-cking pre-teen (ew)

i’m not even memeing
everyone’s seen him
saying that kids in his bas-m-nt are screaming
(ahh)

[chorus: fergus]
yo what’s up thicc shady
where you been?
where you at?
on the scene, no team
just a clean little rap
that was cute – that’s your track?
(ooh sh-t) who’s that?
not biggie boi g huh?
no one wants to feature
sh-t about little peep
was a little bit far
but i’d rather be deceased
than as fat as you are
work out, please
barely fit in dad’s jaguar
don’t know how this little nonce
isn’t in a squad car

[verse 2: emily & fergus]
been waiting to do this
you don’t even know
don’t think you’re ready for
how far i’ll go
wasted potential
and a wet-wipe just like vikkstar
123, second rate me
won’t get you very far (tell em!)

say you like shrek
but i know why you’re really watching
swamp smelling room, p-ss in boots
it’s just shocking
talk about shocking
let’s see what you can bring
i’m spitting facts
like i’m martin luther king
d-mn!
[verse 3: fergus & noah]
oh heck, i’m on stage
let’s get on the same page
i got tekkers, i’m a sage
and i’m fully engaged
spec-spec’s mental age is like 9
(oh sh-t) guess that’s why
he’s a nonce all the time
got 5 s-x crimes

i cannot be upstaged
need a doc to assuage
you’re a mock, not an a-level
fat

do i need to explain that
12 is underage
like kurt cobain
pop your neck, 12 guage (pew)
sorry, but it’s k!ll or be k!lled
they prophesising i’m sk!lled
unlike you’re hairline it’s (uh)
fulfilled
full of sorrow – tried to diss me and failed
and now you’re hissing and p-ssing and
reminiscing edale
only kissing some children
spitting like a machine gun
’cause i got em and g like milligrams
i’ll ed you like i’m milliband
worst member of the youth band
oof man
heavy like a k!llogram
fire in the booth, bam!
[chorus: fergus]
yo what’s up thicc shady
where you been?
where you at?
on the scene, no team
just a clean little rap
that was cute – that’s your track?
(ooh sh-t) who’s that?
not biggie boi g huh?
no one wants to feature

sh-t about little peep
was a little bit far
but i’d rather be deceased
than as fat as you are
work out, please
barely fit in dad’s jaguar
don’t know how this little nonce
isn’t in a squad car

[verse 4: fergus]
we’ve already proven
that i’m the superior
sorry, your words doesn’t fit the criteria
been like 2 years and no track
are you serious?
now imma tear you apart like anteriors
i’m dropping bombs like you’re syria
you’re oblivious b-tch
i phinesse like i’m phineas
ways i could beat you’s a myriad
biggie boi g’s my blud
that’s point, blank, period

[verse 5: biggie boi g]
hey it’s thicc shady!
you’re looking weighty
kid, i diss pigs like you on the daily
you amaze me
is that you, or your bas-m-nt children
crying like a baby?

run kids, it’s general snacc
thinking “d-mn
look at that little 8 year old’s crack”
yeah he’s coming for you genitals, dash
better ring up the feds before he gets to impact

the end game’s grim
but the blame’s on him
’cause the man’s never been within a single gym
i mean look at him, he’s no hank pym
this is why i switched sides from the thicc to the slim

i’m sorry, i know what i did
nothing personal, kid

[verse 6: fergus]
your dad could have a royce (skr)
your sister’s got a nice voice
you? the untalented boyce
i’d say you’re adopted
but no way you’d be anyone’s choice
the thiccness is dead so rejoyce
everyone, make some noise (yay)

so what’s up thicc shady?
did you think, did you hope?
i’d abstain and refrain
and won’t come again
f-ck no! maintain
cut throat, you’re slain
i wrote your pain
and broke your brain

can’t be beaten on a track
just like usain
you run and (smack)
your ankle’s sprained
i’m back again
it’s fergus
one take

sh-t about little peep
was a little bit far
but i’d rather be deceased
than as fat as you are
work out, please
barely fit in dad’s jaguar
don’t know how this little nonce
isn’t in a squad car

- fergus lesley

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