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letra de final - jmcee

yo, this my final song so i’m gonna make it pop
not like last time when “the first” went “flop”
i’m coming 80 bars, like money that’s laundered
you ain’t got anything to say like your jaw conformed
my flow so humorous you could call it a meme
james’ face is oily just like benzene!
those the kinda jokes that i’m gonna miss;
when i could chat sh-t in a song and call it a diss
roasted aston like he’s flame grilled; like the crisps he eats
if he was ever online he could enjoy these sh-t beats
luke miller’s blood sugar is thinner than his arm
uses racist slurs so much he makes twitter look calm (wow)
and i suppose i’ll diss sammy, who spent half an hour
trying to diss my diss that i wrote in the shower
you long haired div, i put no effort into that song
at least my song was legit unlike your relationships, you mong
some irrelevant pr-ck called alex tries to cause more drama
i opened up his mum like a fortnite loot llama!
and to ethan, i got one thing to say to you in this song:
your hair is the opposite of your skin – you don’t cut it. (ooh)
so many bars; so much runtime like a telly
i got so much room left it’s like ashton’s belly
after a five course meal, because i’m eating you c-nts for dinner
like a victory royale, you can call me the winner!
of this sh-tty scene, rappers act like jesus
overrated and overtold, you all like sleazes
annoying greasers, sat at home on your pc
i’ll flush away your cringey bars like it was tp (d-mn)
please protect your daughter
against all these rapping goons who wanna talk about “slaughter”
man you just a liar
i’ll call out your cap like em did with mariah (shady!)
or i’ll treat you like a christmas turkey and burn you all
if wanna diss me again it’ll be an all out brawl
and i ain’t talking writing songs, i mean an actual fight
been training with boxers, i can deliver a right (hook)
and please don’t tell me how to write my song
i don’t take this sh-t serious like “what is wrong?”
i make up the rules of my own board game
you serious talking f-ckers are so d-mn lame- i know
how to play the game, go from a to b
you stuck on z
the point of the rap genre is to change it up
i’m writing so many songs, is that not enough?
or do i have to bring my personas?
to tell you all how much you look like jokers?
you all just hoaxers, me and jmc?
like a fusion of everything, basically
i’m just taking the p-ss
my last song ever so i don’t have to miss
i’ve hit my targets already, so it ain’t a long shot
to say i’m providing heat this scene like a hotpot
like flavour flade because of the way i glide
or like a civic the way a wheezy rides
through these g*nius pages, don’t read my annotations
you all be held up on my lyrics like constipation (ah sh-t)
and here we go again like cj
i’m working hard on my grades to go from d to a
but it seems like most of the people i know
are too focused on a prom dress, yo
i’ll be the outcast if that works in my favour
flavour flade line as always cos i pack the savour
i can’t even tell how many bars i got left
you crying on the floor cos your year 8 crush left
and please don’t ask about my political bias
left or right, either way imma sky this
don’t try take the things i say as real
a wheezy bar from half my songs would seal the deal
i don’t own guns, technically, i don’t own anything
because when i go from this planet, i’m not keeping anything
that’s the importance of making an impact
even if it’s not a big one, you can’t just sit back-
i recall the time a received a discord dm 2 years ago
broke my heart to find a fan had k!lled himself – oh
but his cousin said my dumbass videos made him smile
through all the pain he felt, i was there with him for a while
so remember this all when you’re living your life
make an impact, make a change, that’s your life
final bar on g*nius before i step out the booth
thanks for everything guys, the rapping is done now (that’s the truth!)

- jmcee

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