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letra de meet the batchelors - jk9

[verse 1]
dear lucas
i’m sorry that that f-ggot is your brother, let me be honest
it takes a man to be a man, your bro is not responsive
i look at him and wish your father woulda wore a condom
i’m sorry that you gotta grow up knowing you responsible for a short fat f-ck
life is hard, i know, the challenge is always gon’ beat us home
sometimes our siblings make mistakes that affect us until we grown
and you’re a good man who has good sk!lls
let me be his replacement, since your brother ain’t worth sh-t
never let a man p-ss on your leg son
either you die right now knowing he outlivеd you or you pop that kid in the head, son
nevеr fall in the woman business, that’s bad religion
even if it don’t benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline
don’t cut them corners like your brother did, f-ck what gpt did
don’t pay to play with them brazilians, get a gym membership
understand, no throwin’ rocks and hidin’ hands, that’s law
don’t be ashamed ’bout who you wit’, that’s how he treat your moms
don’t hide girls to rape girls again, be sure
five percent will comprehend, but ninety-five is lost
be proud of who you are, your strength come from within
lotta superstars that’s real, but your brother ain’t one of them
and you nothing like him, you’ll carry yourself as king
can’t understand me right now? just play this down the line

[verse 2]
dear kiera
your son got some issues, i hope you don’t undermine them
especially with all the girls that’s hurt inside this climate
you a woman, so you know how it feels to be used
with emotion, hopin’ a man can see you and not be blinded
dear jeff, you gave birth to a serial rapist
even usin’ you to prove who he is is a huge favor
i think you should ask for more paper, and more paper
and more, uh, more paper
i’m blamin’ you for all his p-rn addictions
the man that like to play victim
you raised a horrible f-ckin’ person, the nerve of you, jeff
kiera, sit down, what i’m about to say is heavy, now listen
mm-mm, your son’s a sick man with sick thoughts, i think rapists like him should die
him and diddy should get f-cked up in a cell for the rest their life
he hates women, hypers-xualizes ’em with the thoughts of a emetophillic
grew a pedo stache cause he understood being a pedo fit him better
he got s-x offenders in his group that he keep in a tight friendship
a child should never be compromised and you keepin’ your nieces around them
and we gotta know our sisters out there knowin’ there’s predators like him lurkin’
f-ck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose
i been in this friend group two years, i’ma tell y’all one lil’ secret
it’s some weird sh-t goin’ on and this kid out here to police it
he be streamlinin’ victims all inside of his home and callin’ ’em tender
then stream themselves to further push their agendas
to any girl that be talking to him, know that you’re playin’ your sister
or better, you’re sellin’ your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones
katt williams said, “get you the truth,” so i’ma get mines
the embassy ’bout to get raided too, it’s only a matter of time
ayy, max, keep the family away, hey, joe, keep the family away
to anybody that embody the love for their sisters, keep the family away
they lookin’ at you too if you standin’ by him, keep the family away
i’m lookin’ to shoot through any pedo that lives, keep the family safe
[verse 3]
dear jackson
i know you probably thinkin’ i wanted to crash your party
but truthfully, i don’t have a hatin’ bone in my body
this supposed to be a good exhibition within the group
but you f-cked up the moment you called out my mama’s name
why you had to stoop so low to get some ghost writers?
guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn’t reach you
and i like to understand ’cause your house was never a home
getting beaten but you disguise it as a elevenfold
you got p-rn problems, eatin’ problems, kid touchin’ and rapin’ problems
bad with money, wh0rehouse
solicitin’ childrens problems, therapy’s a lovely start
but i suggest i punch your ass, strip the ego from the bottom
i try to empathize with you ’cause i know that you ain’t been through nothin’
crave attention, but wanna be liked so bad that it’s puzzlin’
no dominance, let’s recap moments when you diddled a child
no secret handshakes with your friend
no self respect to binge, just disrespectin’ your mother
identity’s on the fence, don’t know which girl will reject you next
the skin that you livin’ in is compromised in personas
can’t channel your masculine even when standin’ next to a child
you a body shamer, you gon’ hide them rape victims, ain’t ya?
you embarrassed of ’em, that’s not right, that ain’t how mama raised us
take those glasses off, i wanna see what’s under them achievements
why believe you? you never gave us nothin’ to believe in
’cause you lied about your height, you lied about your weight
you lied about your sk!lls and your cooking, all is perjury
you lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your friends
they all p-ssy, you lied on ’em, i know they all got you in ’em
you lied about touching kids, you lied about rape, huh
you lied about them other woman that’s out there hopin’ you apologize
you lied about the only artist that can offer you some help
f-ck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

- jk9

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