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letra de i drew you were a wannabe' (freestyle) - jake bevan

[verse 1]
all these f-cking rappers thinkin’ they can f-cking rap
all these f-cking rappers think they can murder a track
all these f-cking rappers think they’re intact?
one swing, two swing, death by bat
i’ll f-cking murder the rat, i’m lyrically just that
a god, it’s a mismatch, round one this a dissmatch
so get ready to dispatch, get your boys after me
cus’ you’ll lose again in the rematch
i think the people you aspire to be, would aspire not to be you
cus’ looking at the name and realising it’s drew
they’d have to throw up and pull numbers onto you
cus’ yours aren’t great, oh you wanna’ compare?
compare in 5 years time when i’m top of the stair
compare in 2 seconds when i don’t care
what you have to say about me cus’ i’m so rare
so don’t you dare, you’re having a mare
you come to my lair, one hit over the head
you’ll wish you were never there
and i have enough ammo to be clappin’
my shorts are f-ckin’ saggin’
like your brain cus’ your ideas are f-cking lacking
put out a cover song, cus’ you’re wrong
just scaremong and take long to reply to this cus’ this a lit song
i’ll murder you, lyrically and physically did it occur to you?
never mess with me, i’ll take my photoshoot
not of me but taking shots of you, of your pictures on my wall
cus’ i’m purposely approaching you whilst you nervously
back down from me, wid’ a service fee
you’ll get charged to get murdered verbally
if you ever need someone to get k!lled
then make sure you refer to me
young drew
f-ck you
sung drew?
a young few
maybe think your songs are okay being sung to
but i don’t think you wanna’ reply to this
in fact come out and play, make a diss
you’ll take a couple shots at me and you’ll definitely miss
did you really want this?
probably not it wasn’t your wish
to get slaughtered on this track with a shot
with a 50 cal round that destroys a thot
maybe you’re not all there?
cus’ man i swear
you’ve got multi personality
not like i care
i got all the flare
you got f-cking nothing
wannabe’ roadman and a rapper you’re definitely bluffing
say something bout’ me then you’ll be running
let’s use words to k!ll each other
cus’ you’d be f-cked after i smother
your words, into the curve
don’t f-ck with me after this you’ll learn

- jake bevan

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