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letra de that is us - kerser

[intro: kerser & jay uf]
it’s kerser
i’m with jay uf
jay! what?
what’s happenin’? i guess you’re gonna say “f-ck all” again, uh?
can we just hurry up and do the song? what?
let’s just get the song done mate, come on
i’ll go first then. all right, go for it
yo, jay’s a f-ckwit, check, look

[verse 1]
i’m an og, probably ’bout to od
said it ’round o-three, bet they’re gonna clone me
i wasn’t wrong, but a bunch that wanna be me
wanna be kers, that should be your next cd
i came up in the game ’round the time when
you wouldn’t jump on the internet fightin’
i got a call off a wh-r-. who? grimshaw
nah, another b-tch, cracked out a thin wh-r-
f-ck that jay, i wouldn’t hit with your d-ck
i f-ck it back ahead so i face it like a swordfish
where does all of this sick sh-t come from?
kerser would, he did, i mention i got one on
fresh c-nt, i’m lookin’ better with age
and i don’t write raps, i machete the page
none ahead of me mate and it’s weird ’cause i live dreams
hurry up jay, i don’t wanna hear your sixteens

[hook: kerser]
still runnin’ this game in the fast lane
wavin’ at every c-nt that we p-ss mate
still k!llin’ every show that is us, ayy
never gonna stop till we delivering our last tape
still runnin’ this game in the fast lane
wavin’ at every c-nt that we p-ss mate
still k!llin’ every show that is us, ayy
never gonna stop till we delivering our last tape

[verse 2: jay uf]
crack another drink man, f-ck, is this my kind?
i’m takin’ over sh-t like it’s a feature on my song
time’s gone like a terrorist with a nice bomb
blowin’ up the scene, not in a way that you guys want
if i was wrong and never made it with my songs
i’ll make a go fund me so i can still light bongs
cry night long, whinging, where has my life gone?
wait a minute jay, that’s what you do when you write songs
ha, f-ckin’ ha, yeah, i’m funny like i’m scott
he looks like kate moss if she puffed on the ice lots
there goes the record deal, f-ck it, it’s my loss
time to call cento and i fill up my [?]
hate rap anyway, it’s time to admit it
f-ck, i’ll only ever listen if my rhymin’ is in it
so, f-ck alb-m number two, nah, i’m finally finished
nah, i’m joking, i’ma spit it just to prine you critics, c-nts

[verse 3: jay uf & kerser]
hey kers, i’m thinking f-ck a third verse
let me spit it then! they don’t wanna hear the kers verse
shut up jay, you ridiculous c-nt
they know kerser is the sickest, they ain’t heard it enough
they ain’t heard it enough? now let’s talk about me
the fact that i be credible with the words that i speak
well, you’re a t-rd and a geek for even turnin’ on me
jay, where’s your last alb-m? people burn it for free
sh-t, kers taking shots like you did in our last song
hope he takes a different kind of shot and his heart stops
gotta move along c-nt, give up, you’re past gone
waitin’ on my pay, where you gettin’ these cars from?
shut the f-ck up, where you tryin’ to get to?
because i’m number one, what, does it upset you?
we don’t really get along, we just dissin’ on tracks
nah, i’m kidding, next alb-m c-nt, your sh-t is just wack

- kerser

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