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letra de bent dick lamar [warning: ether ahead] [2013] [new] - lemson

[intro]
yo diz n-gga really gonna say that sh-t i mean dam negus didn’t even name drop me u scurred m8?

[verse 1: lemson]
you think you’re the king well i’m gonna take the crown
praise to the most high, y’all negus look like ants when i look down
your head so small the crown don’t even fit on you n-gga
f-cked your girl’s -rs- so hard she gotta bounce around like tigger
i checked your height online n-gga you shorter than jams
you claim to be the goat but how when you’re a lamb?
n-gga please you trash take yourself to the curb
come on m8 play me for the crown in a game of curve
you scared? no f-cking sh-t sherlock
don’t open your door i c-mmed on your doorkn-b
you a fat n-gga, no snorlox

[verse 2: cody]
f-ck you kenny lamer, you dissed new york
my album bout to get 10/10 on pitchfork
and yours only gets a fking 9.5
i’mma make you quit and you gon have to go back to that 9-5
you ain’t even have the best verse on control
never put out a single and my album gonna go gold
and while were at it i’mma diss some others i see
fk you dyaz for not putting me in your top 3
fk you lupe you ain’t sh-t
you can sukkadik you dyk-wad c-ml!cking b-tch
tryna get at me on twitter i’mma come for your crew
you need peanut b-tter for that jelly cause im better than you

[verse 3: tort]
k dot? more like k-m spot
i jizzed on your mums locks, hair and doorkn-bs
you claim to be the king of ny
if ny stands for n—a yelling then i can’t deny
i f-cked your b-tch so hard that she k!lled me
die hard n—a, call that sh-t a movie
outtie like a belly b-tton, raped you on this verse
diss me again and i’ll spray paint a d-ck on your grandmothers he-rs-

[verse 4: dyaz]
son you wondering why i didn’t put you in my top 3? you don’t deserve it
motherf-cker just wait till the verdict
people so thirsty for the d-ck, need names telling me what their name is
can’t even remember that jazz, sh-t, i’m so famous
b-tch make some food, stop complaining about the one and only me
don’t let me get in my zone, cause it’s cody-free
don’t let me get in my zone, i’m definitely in my zone
shawty watch out for me, cuz my lyrics melt silicone

[verse 5: lozo]
going from top 5 alive to top two-twenty dead
check the lyrical ballistics, bullets straight through your head
peepsqueak n-gga acting all bold and brash
you know you prolly suck if shyne thinks you’re trash
you’re getting clowned so much, i’m dying, rip
what’s it like to be the gudda gudda of tde?
you’re last in black hippy ‘cept for schoolboy q
but q’s less important than the dirt on hopsin’s shoe
dot’s another poor rapper over poverty beats
pay your dues to me, n-gga, landlord of your streets
got these n-ggas stanning dot after gkmc
llamas’ll fly before the day you become top mc
kendrick fans follow hype like some mindless sheep
his drunken uncle haircut makes him look like a creep
god, kendrick makes cr-p, n-ggas thinking you deep
wale like, “d-mn, section.80 put me to sleep”
2 years into college but i’m smarter than you
suburban kid who stans demi, i’m still harder than you
if you wanna come at me, i dare you, give it a shot
but i’ll never see this hobbit n-gga taking my spot
watch your money evaporate and your b-tches disappear
i ended my retirement to end your career
he calls out other rappers but ask him ’bout renegades
cuz drake’s the only reason poetic justice gets played
i’m gone

[verse 6: platanopeddler]

born and raised in nyc but i’m the king of california
let’s see how much a duck’s worth
when these slugs disperse all over kendrick’s foyer
you rich, b-tch -ss nega, eat a dicc up and die
i got shooters in compton
that’ll give you that “moe greene special” through ya eyes
you wanted compet-tion? well, here’s war, ho
put the rest of black hippy on train tracks
and watch the 7 go over them like a 5% logo
you sound like a nega with a speech impediment
i’ll put that knife through your larynx
and make you cough up some sicker sh-t
than them eunuch bars you spit that ain’t hitting it
please get a shapeup at least
you look like a walking racial stereotype out on these streets
lupe clowned your delivery, you got that work from ortiz
now pp giving you your last rites
so find peace and be deceased
b-tch

[outro]
yea negus
we outchea
dont believe us, just watch
got my audemars on
lesgo
hit lamar with a llama
dats a gun 4 u eneducated negus

- lemson

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