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letra de mic assassin - king a

[chorus – kinga]
mic assassin, i step in, careers start crashin’
when i’m spazzin’, every word’s a weapon, no compassion
i’m blastin’, leave ‘em gaspin’, no askin’, i’m the last in
you hear that cl!ck-clack, it’s my raps, i’m attackin’

[verse 1 – wealthmasta]
most of this site is just stupid spoiled kids who wanna call cps
because their mommy won’t give them enough time on the f-cking ps
then when they get older, they start calling their dad a meanie
because he bought em the wrong color lamborghini
yeah, you f-ckers don’t got cred, so when you talk sh-t it’s g-y
these newbies lеarning with building blocks, but i’m not playing games
cause i murder thе alphabet so i can slaughter these fakes
so like synesthesia, these f-ckers need to watch what they say
b-tches wanna start sh-t, while i watch you struggle, i’ll laugh
then i’ll storm through like milton and proceed to humble yo ass
and if you think you’ll survive, then like lady gaga your brain’s petite
cause i’m so cold-blooded i make the people around me freeze
and i spit more venom then a f-cking sea krait in the coral reef
so i ain’t calling myself a snake, but i’ve never experienced defeat (the feet)
and they’ve tried emulation but these sk!lls can’t be replicated
i just keep on levitatin, you get to watch me elevatin
your b-tch say yes with no hesitation, she wants her p-ssy excavated
she’s tremblin and her legs are shakin’ as she prepares to get penetrated
cause i’m a pimp, and you’re a punk with a miniscule p-n-s
and your hoe is the girl i picked to pump full of s-m-n
even through a f-cking computer you give off small d-ck energy
you guys are virgins tryna talk sh-t, that’s why y’all my enemies
and if you mess with wealth that’s bad for your mental health
because i’ll make you rejects melt and have you inspect yourselves
with this rap sh-t i’m a contract k!ller but you can’t spit being a bad disser
f-ck a bad b-tch in a compact villa but got catfished by her snapchat filter
yeah, i got a tendency to have no empathy for my enemies
like the menace we do sh-t dreadfully, definitely ain’t pleasantly
cause i’m obessively pennin sh-t endlessly as a stress release
just need a pen and beat, that’s my weaponry and you can’t step to me
y’all just pretend to be intense, but see you’re just stressin to be
ahead of me, you pests can’t see you’re being finessed by me
[chorus – kinga]
mic assassin, i step in, careers start crashin’
when i’m spazzin’, every word’s a weapon, no compassion
i’m blastin’, leave ‘em gaspin’, no askin’, i’m the last in
you hear that cl!ck-clack, it’s my raps, i’m attackin’

[verse 2 – g-lock]
today, i’m here to diss this sad motherf-cker named reviewman
i’m at peace right now, but he’s so sad and mad i gotta diss his ass
he’s so pathetic he tried dissing wealthmasta, but the battle’s blind
and so is anyone who votes for him rm, they also need a doctor to check their eyes
reviewman is just a big lie, you review absolutely nothing
so i suggest you change your name until you f-ckin’ review something
besides, rantingmanchild suits you much better
additionally, almost anyone is better than you, even hotsanta got yo mom wetter
you tryna suck his tiny d-ck, but hotsanta ain’t wanna appear as g-y
you’re the biggest loser of this site’s existence, so you suck anyway
having to sell your soul to a delusional pervert is just proof you’re a disgrace
every single thing i’ve said to you, i’d say straight to your face
he’d technically cheating on hotsanta, since he’s also sucking up to jason_the_pest
trust me, boi, you’ll never truly earn anyone’s respect
you just get used by a bunch of crackheads who desperately need fans
oh yeah, you don’t have a dad and your mom’s a f-ckin’ man
“ur account isnt safe”? so you’re the one behind all the bots?
better get off your computer and go outside before you form a f-ckin’ blood clot
in fact, yo b-tch ass is the definition of a f-ckin’ loser
to anyone who knows you, you’re a f-ckin’ tumor
in fact, to everyone who knows of your existence, you’re a godd-mn cancer
maybe find a different ambition, ’cause you certainly won’t succeed as a rapper
if you try any means of retaliation, it’ll just confirm you’re b-tthurt
so this is your warning, go back on your wording and apologize for yo birth
[chorus – kinga]
mic assassin, i step in, careers start crashin’
when i’m spazzin’, every word’s a weapon, no compassion
i’m blastin’, leave ‘em gaspin’, no askin’, i’m the last in
you hear that cl!ck-clack, it’s my raps, i’m attackin’

[verse 3 – kinga]
when i step to the mic, i strike like lightning, biting, never inviting
fighting through the night, inciting fright, your pride, i’m dividing, sight dim
syllables slicing, i’m igniting, rivals’ writing, declining
i’m a titan, while you’re just typing, no light in your rhyming, just whining
i’m the sniping sniper in cipher sessions, stressing, testing your flexing
pressing every lesson, blessings turn to curse, depressing your essence
i’m expressing aggression, dissecting you with precision, no guessing
my words are weapons, i’m addressing the question
who’s next, who’s pressing, i’m an assassin stepping and testing
getting my ass in for attention and mention tension and aggression
in this session, my mic a saber of light with reflection, expression
of grin to my chin, spitting and hitting some thing on something
ripping in building a fart, kidding, the building apart when i start
to spit hard, and bite like a shark, mark t–th to leave you scarred
i’m sharp, i’m fit, a gymshark by far, bizarre tsar with bars
a tsar, not orthodox, a kalashnikov to stars
lyrically lethal, feeble minds retreat when i meet them, defeat them
beating every beat, i heat the speakers, leave them reeling, then eat them
from the streets to arenas, i lean into schemes that demean ya
dreamers screaming, they fiend for my demeanor, but i’m meaner
i’m the reaper in speakers, creepin’ deeper, defeat seekers and leakers
my flows are ether, feature creatures who crumble like weak speakers
preachers reach for the peak, but i breach with speed, leave them weakened
they’re tweaking, i’m the beacon, speaking truth, while they weaken and deepen
it’s hunting season f-cking season a steak and it it raw for no reason
i’m creeping scary, eating a vegetarian mediterranean demon
unbeaten champion who’s never been beaten
eyes in the sky like a hawk, ask that to mof-cking stephen
[chorus – kinga]
mic assassin, i step in, careers start crashin’
when i’m spazzin’, every word’s a weapon, no compassion
i’m blastin’, leave ‘em gaspin’, no askin’, i’m the last in
you hear that cl!ck-clack, it’s my raps, i’m attackin’

- king a

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