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letra de he keeps trying - jmcee

[verse 1: jmcee]
sammy tries to diss me again; but he now stands alone
you chat mediocre nonsense; just like post malone
you’ll post a letter while you’re fighting in the trenches
you’ll be like “i started a war i can’t win, it’s endless!”

infinite ammunition, can’t blockade our sh-t
i’ll keep on dissing till i die, or you quit
i got thousands of bars, call it ashton’s diet
cos i’m so surprised that you haven’t died-yet
we cut you straight to the soul, and this demon still crawling
it’s ok (keep feeding on my fun) you ugly and boring
mad over a game, you sound stupid and lame
do you really not have anything else about me to say?

or are you mad about my channеl? well that’s clear to see
dissing astley clips, that’s callеd jealousy
like i mentioned before, your disses are a bore
you attack my humour, wit and channel but you’ve done that before

you say the same 3 things like every single day
you talk so much sh-t yet you can’t even play
the dissing game, it’s clear because you don’t have the key
i mean you got annoyed over the r-word, see?

you f-cking r-t-rd; my bars long and they hard

but to call them penile would be niall-istic
cos you ain’t got the style, it’s-sick
just go your one direction you-pr-ck
you a wh0re for attention but you got a d-ck!

[interlude: jmcee]
you ain’t got the time (this ain’t busta-rhymes)
just make sure you busta about 100 miles away from those children!
(man stop)
(it’s kieran!)
[verse 2: yourfavouriteshady]
i won’t hesitate to spit out truth, sammy, you ain’t got no game
you just copy content, use others for fame
and when it comes to your music, let’s not forget
the only reason you get views is ’cause i’m on the set

now my dad wasn’t the best,no, we know that’s true
but at least he ain’t in an urn, like yours, dude
oh sh-t! world war too soon?
nah, i’ll keep going ’til you’re out of tune

your rhymes are weak, your beats are thin
my collab with jmcee will beat you again
i should be done with this diss sh-t
but i can’t resist, it’s like a hit
your weak ass bars, can’t stand up to mine
if i keep roasting you, you’d be with your dad, cremated in no time

so take this as a warning shot, my friend
your rhymes are trash, and your career’s at an end
stop copying content, and find your own flow
or keep getting roasted, and watch your views go low

- jmcee

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