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letra de real hamoud shit-marcus diss track - george kenealy

[intro: george]
“how do you stop recording?”
“how do you stop it?”
“how do you stop it?”
“how do you stop it?!”
“marcus! this is my comeback, i’m not doing another one of these, you fat pr-ck”

[verse 1: george]
b-b-b-b-tch you are predictable
i predicted this all along
said you’d make a disstrack
it came out like sh-t ‘cos your sheep sacked
deleted your vid ‘cos you’re mad and your girlfriend is a slag
mum would see that you’re a disappointment

[verse 2: george]
we can agree your bars suck, not even on beat
gonna hit you like a d-mned truck, smart out in your suite
such a bash with your work
no f-cks given if you get higher scores on the test
f-ck off
ayyy iiiii
you should f-ck off
[bridge 1: george and jack reid]
(jack): “hey, this is a bit different innit?”
(george): “yeah it is isn’t it?”
(jack): “you ready to record some bangin’ tunes?”
(george): “shut the f-ck up.”
(jack): “(random gibberish)”
(george): “oi jack get over here you fat pr-ck!”
(jack): “alright alright, yeah ok. are you ready for this?”

[verse 3: jack reid]
predictable b-tch, we saw your trashy sh-t from a mile away
(mile away)
garage band clips, “just put the loops together it’ll sound okay”
(sound okay)
one prediction to another
it isn’t good when you don’t credit others
go back to class and go learn how to cover
all of the vocal mixing that you hovered
seems to me, somebody doesn’t know how to save a track
easy as sh-t, with your free program i would watch you and i’d laugh
consider mixing your sh-t
before you make it public and look like a prat
n0body cares you tw-t
looking like a hitler brat
move before i eat your cat
[bridge 2: george and jack reid]
(jack reid): “you know i did like all my part in like five minutes?
that’s how sick i am.”
(george): “and i wrote all this next bit ‘cos i’m a big boy.”
(jack reid): “oh yeah?”
(george): “oh yeah.”
“right chaps, aumek kelba!”

[verse 4: george]
think you’re solid, no one scared
you stupid b-tch, no one cares
maybe you can’t hear, but it’s ’cause your ego’s fat like beerus
this should make you feel a fossil
looking musky, boy you podzol
gilbert huph, how’s it down there, will you stop your pedo stare?
kane, you snitch, spreading sh-t
can’t keep secrets what a pr-ck
ben, you thick impatient twit
you should learn to wait a bit
axl, with your off-white belt
the price don’t matter you melt
you’re a stupid tag along
go and drink some scuppernong

[outro]
mhmmmmm
alors on danse
(-sneezing-)
“thankyou, thankyou, shut the f-ck up!”

- george kenealy

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