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letra de columbus diss patch - mhz legacy

[verse 1: camu tao]
got to the club, sh-t was looking stiff like
“funny.” seen this n-gga that owed me money (ayyo)
i crossed the floor and put my hands on this n-gga’s throat
told him to choke up the dough, cuz (“hand me the dough, schmucks”)
this n-gga’s crying and sh-t, lying and sh-t
trying to be k!lled trying to get out of this sh-t (tell ‘em what you did)
i put my gun to his ribs and stroked my hand through his wig
“see what you got me out here doing?” changing time
(you put the range in lines) stay out of mine (ayyo)
and i’m only making it fair. you look up to me
i’ll plot, ruin ‘em, and told ‘em, “stay there”

[verse 2: copywrite]
try to get help before
camu, tage, jakki, and myself, the four-human riot
suicide to try in itself. they asked you in an interviеw
“why did you ride for my health?” and i’m immune to diе—see this sh-ll?
i want you to fire. if i yell, oops, i lied (very well)
the metamorphosis of metaphors. kid, you better forfeit
forget a force. i’m the mega, scorch. some sleep, wake up in a bed of torches
better praise christ. they think it’s a joke he saves lives
he’s bigger than above the river, what he spoke stay dry, ain’t lies

[verse 3: dom]
i’m in the hooptie drop, listening to pac
not feeling y’all, so boxed in this system like
i’m going through a pill withdrawal, and that’s the truth. she asked
“you f-ck with lots of groupies?” smacked her lips and popped the coochie
absotively posolutely. the b-tch dropped and blew me
you wack cats ain’t feeling that. my filler tracks iller than raps
that mac miller had. i laugh still, i know
that’s real, and i’m thrilled with that. deal, in fact, chill and catch
backhanded gorilla slaps, you b-tch. everything
you nerds spit birdsh-t. what rainbow-scented marker did you
write your f-cking verse with? the kid rhyming off
of six hits with heineken. not lying, friend, i’m trying to die
or get rich trying then
[verse 4: jakki da motamouth]
who you preaching to? i’ll reach inside your stomach
pull out whoever you ate, then stuff him in my face and eat him too
and then i’ma feed on you. there’s gummo, and i k!ll cats
(i k!ll cats) oh, you ain’t feeling me, n-gga? then feel that
i have the ability to summon every real emcee
who claim they real as me, grill ‘em, freeze, then go on a k!lling spree
and rappers? i’ma hit calmly
actors? i’ma spatula to flip flops like mitt romney
(run for president) we are vets you ain’t able to test (uh huh)
wanna play around? let’s. i’ma play with your ex
she a perc fiend, n-gga. you can save the respect
at two dollars a pill? h-ll yeah, i’m paying for s-x

[verse 5: tage future]
wordplay for checks
is taking effects, now execs is taking the steps
texting and breaking their necks. i’ll wreck any next
then i steps—feel my influx. mega see, opening sesame
followed by a wind gust. nothing popping since us
funny acting, you been sus, must be against us. set off
the b-tch-ass that’s senseless. stop trying to fix us
and just listen up, but if you ain’t wearing fire armor
(“then say goodbye”) sayonara. mom won’t say you died with honor
turned you to a diorama. it’s hard to hear y’all when i’m
hopping in this flying saucer. you would prefer the he-rs-
if you defer the verse. columbus-bred
going to forever 31st

- mhz legacy

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