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letra de fubar - mc nemesis

verse 1
this beat k!ll mode, check it out yo
you’re a fruity lil ho wearing rainbow oh
a lucky lowlife snitch, ha not even on the low
straight but suckin’ d-ck? what the f-ck bro?
shakin’ ya ass n’ chains for the money you a ho
drive up in ya fiat to be at the g-ybars
as soft as new scars you’ll never be hard
a rambler, a gambler you’ve lost this deal
i’m a lyrical k!ller shootin’ highlight reels
a prophet who profits, poppin’ rappers for thrills
you’re joke yet say you want the smoke
i got you in the scope you fake claimin’ goat
i’m the clout k!ller smellin’ your fear
i’m aimed and loaded the assassin is herе
he thinks he gooba with his wack ass bars
really just trash and fubar
f-ckеd up beyond all recognition
shut the f-ck up n’ quit that snitchin’

verse 2
i ain’t gonna stop with this dirty ass diss
he yellin’ stop no i’m poppin’ this b-tch
i don’t care bout his streams or that’s he’s rich
that guy is still a lil f-cking snitch
i’m just k!llin em’ like biggie woulda been
my knife is this pen, i’m writing his end
this rat get capped with my scat gat rap
your wack ass fans i’ll em’ mark too
they can all get the gat the same the tattoo
snappin’ on all of em’ i’m poppin’ cappin’ all of em’
i’m putin’ em’ all to sleep tappin’ out all of em’
nappin’ out all of em’ tying’ up all of em’
go get the chlorine, go get the benzine
lightin’ up all of em’ jokes up in smoke
murdering haters, often offering eulogies
to any sloppy caught talkin’ about me
i’m the mc nemesis, a dirty og
cut off both his hips, victory cup i sip
dollars on the drip, haters popped in the lips
you don’t wanna get caught up with these fists
a hitman for hire, comin’ with gunfire
verse 3
numbers ain’t gonna save you from this beef
this is your funeral no one has any grief
in your casket your ass with your cash g
make yo momma drink your ashes then she can pee
she can you sh-t out on the earth a new birth
snitch guy fungi growing on the turf
bro your a child molester it’s on your record
sold your soul to satan just to sell some records
labels can’t save you now that you are dying
i know you came back and you were really trying
to stand tall but they all fall to hall
cause the way i k!ll em leaves em’ so appalled
but a dull point don’t make for a sharp blade
so i thank h-ll for all the stones that they made
f-ckin’ wack with your dumbass rainbow braids
yo you are all jokers and i am all spades
we ain’t gamblin’ but you just got played
this ain’t a game, i’m shootin’ gun spray
blow out your brains yeah let’s make it rain
you are all pain and i am all gain
you’re a little match, i’m exploding propane

- mc nemesis

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