letra de mhs diss - laxerxes
[intro: logan richardson]
[verse 1: sir dubbington]
i want logrich to fold over like a cosine
i want logrich to catch some bullets out this .45
i want some acid sprayed right into logrich’s eyes
i hope logrich tries to flip, then he f-cking dies
n0body gon’ take his reboot card, this ain’t fortnite
logrich really got greasy hair, looks like five guys
i want logrich to catch a fade but from five guys
i hope he knows i put cyanide in his lime pie
all of this in friendly spirit, i ain’t really hatin’
i think logrich might be modern-day satan
skinny-ass jeans hanging loose, this ain’t payton
but i ain’t worried too much, always on my bag chasin’
brodie said to look for opportunities, be patient
that’s the reason i keep logrich close to me
dumbass cuddy, i think he even posted me
you know the reason he’s kept close? he’s my enemy!
haha, chalk in my veins, i be counting stacks
and f-ck ms. gibson, always hitting on my f-cking graphs
always trying to take my a, you factoring all my swag
and passing out quizzes like confetti? man, you know that’s whack
your tests got more traps than a proof, but with no steps
always solving for my future, you all stuck on intercepts
i bring ti-84 heat, you got an old texts
calling me irrational? b-tch i’m, i’m pi, i’m complex
[milos dmitrovic]
antoine’s dad must’ve pump-faked at birth
antoine’s in my book club but he doesn’t read the book (he doesn’t read the book)
antoine’s a sorry ass-jit, he flexes dirt
antoine’s ugly as sh-t, he doesn’t get a lunch
i know it’s not easy being french (french)
i know it’s not easy warming up the bench (warming up the bench)
why he trying to tell me his [???]
he doesn’t pull sh-t, he got a small-ass d-ck (small-ass)
i hope the guys see him in t-block and tear a gaping hole through his nike sweatpants
i bet every day he pulls up with anything but nike sweatpants. (anything)
antoine makes me want to burn the french flag
antoine makes me want to start a movement against the french
alright, i’m sorry antoine. lucas, how you gon’ drop laxerxes?
and why is a walking chopstick trying to tell me my fit is ass?
cause i know his max bench and it’s sad (it’s 120)
ugly ass sh-t, but he thinks he’s bad
i pulled out a rack and he got mad
i shouldn’t write this diss, he gets beat by his dad
he’s in a p-ssy mood cause he forgot his pad
[outro: milos dmitrovic]
the both of you suck, might i? i’m not taking back a single word. you hear me?
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