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letra de nail in the coffin [diss remix] - gxwatts

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[intro]
this motherf-cka still talkin?
you know what, f-ck it
i don’t give a f-ck
put the nail in the coffin b-tch

[hook]
you don’t wanna f-ck with this
i don’t wanna hurt no feelins
but if it led to this in the end
i guess it’s time for you to put down the pen (it’s over)
[verse]
i’d like to say h-llo
to the new benzino
who is claiming hoova
and is a zero
always staying high
like its a major c note
always making beats
like i was his hero
little f-ggot b-tch
always talkin f-ckin sh-t
but never pulled up with
no motherf-ckin bl!ck
yeah, you better shoot at me
bust at me quick
b-tch my aim sick
yeah, i never miss
how you rob a plug
and get out in a week?
p-ssy ass boy
everyone knows that you’re weak
all you had to do
was snitch on your homie
evеrybody knows
that you’re a f-ckin phony
p-ssy, chump, punk
yeah, give mе a 1v1
i guarantee that
i’ll f-ck you up
don’t you remember
what happened with lil don?
when he ran up on me
in a motherf-ckin 2v1?
i held my own
and still f-cked him up
had to split his wig, yeah
you know what it is
izzy you ain’t nothing but a lil f-ckin’ b-tch
i could pull up on ya, and i’ll put you in a ditch
yeah you know you ain’t about it, quit claimin crip
in a 1v1, your ass would be whipped
i bet you was p-ssed when you heard restinp-ss
oh you better know that i’m really f-ckin with it b-tch
why you always actin funny
when you know you owe me money
quit f-ckin’ running before sh-t gets bl–dy
don’t you remember when i had to split yo wig?
oh yeah b-tch, you were leakin like a b-tch
closet f-ckin f-gs, always riding d-ck
riding on my wave, just sneak dissing my name
inside of this game, you will never see fame
from all the racist mixtapes that you have made
b-tch it’s disgusting, it reeks of self-hate
with music like this, do you hate your race?
do i have to read the title straight from the top?
this sh-t was made by an uncle tom
i’d like to introduce you to j. f-ckin’ kelly
he loves children p-ssy, says it tastes like jelly
none of yall b-tches are even f-ckin’ ready
if you run up on me, i’m always steady
go ahead and test your luck
imma get your skull bust
i don’t give a f-ck
even if you got your gun tucked
b-tch, i keep my switchblade
so i can cut you up
p-ssy ass boy
yeah you better know you’re f-ckin up
what you know about being bullied half your life?
oh yeah, i forgot, b-tch you’re not white
b-tch, you a p-ssy without your gun
you can’t win no 1v1
that’s why you work with a group you punk
what the f-ck you gonna do, you little runt?
stupid f-ckin’ punk, you better pull up
i’d drop the addy, but you’d never show up
[hook]
you don’t wanna f-ck with this
i don’t wanna hurt no feelins
but if it led to this in the end
i guess it’s time for you to put down the pen (it’s over)

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