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letra de asshole / life remastered - karma-49

(verse 1)
boy, please don’t talk about harming me
f-ck yo army, yo armory looking corny
its hard to be this unfortunate
f-ck no cork, yo sh-t sound distorted b-tch
gflow, lizzie borden sh-t, was asking you a question bro
another homie called you out, again you started stressing, woah
p-ssy got a death wish, he just talking disrespectful
no option, get on my level, i’m talking to lower vessels
how you asking me for tips and then act like you gotta chance
you got a career to plan, you gotta make good decisions
you got em in front of you, but you always wanna be different
go get your ged and be a normal civilian
you ain’t have to scream at me because you’re horrible at mixing
there ain’t sh-t that you can diss me for
you got some bad sh-t, for them resumes, yo history long
college ain’t even a thought
gon have to scheme it and plot
look at the clean up you caught in
one post, its all forgotten
just know your place, ‘fore you continue talking
this whole scene just a menu popping
i lost it, but regardless you motherf-ckas can’t make me look r-t-rded
on some nefarious sh-t
i’m just a bear wit a switch
i don’t play fair i just get
under thy hair and thy skin
nothing compares to the kid
you wanna be owen, f-ggot you stuck in this marry-go pit
we is not scared of no b-tch
maybe one day you can be like me
but you don’t see like we do, you just breathe to spite me
and out of all of the rappers i’ve beaten lightly i’m giving the spotlight to the disturbingly whiter me
trying me, ruin your dynasty, p-ssy, it’s time to think, dear nikki try to be better at telling him when’s he’s let a moment on bandlab, hoe
(outro)
ayeee
please, thank you

-beat switch-

(verse 2)
please dont rap again, you make us all uncomfortable
i know you’d never diss me, you know that you ain’t untouchable
what zore did was f-cked up to you
hope i don’t gotta humble you
played your music in the bayou
and they couldn’t f-cking stomach you
we hate the way you rap hoe, we hate the way yo dad be doing jumping jacks, and backflips with fidget spinners while you snacking and getting bigger
do some exercise, then maybe you could threat your size
theres no need for extra lies, i’m better, and you ain’t a competitor right?
while you distracting me from smoking my weed
f-ggot best have a leave of absence imagine the clean up packed for these rappers
i never disrespected you because you have your parents
i only hate your f-cking guts because you’re mad generic
be yourself, stop acting like you really ashing spirits
or you gon get ya dome caved in over a masked appearance

(outro 2)
you can’t even make music past 10pm bro, oneoftherevived on instagram

-beat switch-

please, thank you

(verse 3)
you acting hard sage, casually traveling overseas
you look like owen mixed with kevin james and yet you tryna roll with me
know this feat, cause yo degrees has chosen me
and nikki its true, b-tch you have the power
to check his phone on the hour
nikki imagine if you had had an intruder enter yo home and maneuver ’round objects thrown at him sooner than you concluding your movement
he steps right, and then “boom” just motherf-cking struck confusion
as your son sits in a illusion, he’s an actor ma
he knows what he ain’t doing, he’s just passive ma, influenced to make fun of the b-st-rds ma
walks around, plastering to the masses he’s valuable
like sh-t don’t matter, like an occasional salad bowl
you just another kid who came across autumn
you just another b-tch who’s caved in rock bottom
write another diss, another response for an awful f-cking song that no one’s gonna acknowledge, p-ssy i’ll call it
n word, no college
it’s been heard, you coughin up them slurs and then frol!cking
lucky just another tw-t who go heeping and hollering
sevendevin, what the f-ck his name is, got some problems man, be honest man
your largest plan, was karma stan
you catching strays from b-tch k!llers, you hoes look ridiculous
yo flows be bold and influenced by pedos
i know you got some strange thoughts in yo head
every joke was bout f-cking me, accusations you sent, was creative, disgusted me, yo imagination can’t be trusted b
it’s alarming, cause i know you look up to dharma but we never fed you none of them thoughts, must’ve been yo friends
i bet lucky got some b-tches he sprinkling on his wishlist
the thing is that misses in your discography weigh
you needed help writing yo diss on zore, who’s got me today?
i’ll just zombie this page, talk about mocha frappes or something
have you drooling in the lobby this played in
cause you really have the opportunity to be great
but you’ve wasted every second, every single mistake
heres a tissue, get your nose, stop
listening to those hoes, stop
calling em all your brothers when they had left you exposed, it’s
not as you had hoped to be degenerate in secret
cause all ya f-ggot homies had promised you they would keep it, life

- karma 49

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