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letra de extinguished star - midknyte

[intro]
yea
back again
thought we left this in the past again
it got passed again
i’m a s-d-stic m-s-ch-st
a different specific pacifist
the type that’ll pass a fist
i’m mad at this and
all y’all got is mad assists and
all the dissin’ has been sittin’
with y’all assistants, not even hittin’
i can not stress how much y’all done messed up
i’ve been in more groups, with even less love
tryna dox false info like some feds stuff
all ‘em drugs got yo head messed up
guess in “osiris” somethin’ didn’t sit well
put it down, the pen don’t even fit well
say it now, or it might not hit well
you a clown, i know i’m about to send h-ll
yеa, yea, yea, yea, yеa, yea
haha
i’m sorry
it’s fun while it lasted
had a good run, right?
[verse]
told you, you woke the demon up
a year later, the beast in his cave
y’all p-ssies wanna wait to beam some stuff
b-tch i need enough, yea
64 not even a hunnid’, b-tch you better run it
conscious but battle rapper, you not better at gunnin’
half of me is apart of you, you got the drive
half-ass dissed, ‘bout to body you
i’m on my grind
ain’t even reached my prime
narcissistic, you can see the signs
no one likes you, read in between the lines
whitest black i’ve ever seen
you give a bad name to the black community
you not apart of the team
black washed mr. clean
now stop tryna be somethin’ you wanna be, yea
rap just isn’t your thing, go back to rock
instead of being racist, let’s face it
s.w.i.m and flex will never be your top
50 songs in 2 years, not a single one, 1k
talk about suicide, like if you were to die
it’d be just a regular monday
family will forget you in like one day
always hypocrites tryna punch names
all ya wack need a f-ckin’ lunch break
carryin’ yall on my back need a hunch brace
goose sound like a european on crack
it’s clear that sk!ll isn’t in the convo when you’re bad
neo a closeted furry, swear he better, feel my wrath
sand has his first verse, bad choice, i’d pass
goosey and grootey they dynamic duo of the past
cersia ain’t even servin’ up anythin’ else then ass
botted followers and still made no cash
ohsxnta b-tch ass act like a fake gangsta, and kinda made me laugh
guess on “osiris” i struck a nerve huh?
but i still dissed him, 2 years ago, on another track
yo, neo
lemme hold your hand
lemme speak to you, man to man
mentally, you’re not ready to hit those pads
go back home and finish me writing some better jabs
you not from the south where they pants sag
you not about that life though
your belt is on a ceilin’ fan
oh sh-t, now i’m feelin’ bad
maybe you should call you dad
tell him you been k!llin’ xans
9-8-8, need a helpin’ hand?
fine i won’t wait, we know you deserve a chance
pack told
you don’t like those black folks
always knew, you’re in a clan (klan)
sxnta told me he won’t drop a response, ‘cus he can’t
hasn’t dropped in 2 months, this a f-ckin’ rant
botted views that sh-t just sad
40k with 2k monthly, just do the math
makin’ trash is no human task
guess your relationship with a.i couldn’t last
on “a.t” you got sprayed
on a.t, rewinded, you was tired, relayed
on t.a relayed, you was tired of bein’ on fire
all you can do is pray
my idol you admire, suicidal lighter, gas light
fate, yeah
goose didn’t murder me
those numbers, you don’t deserve ‘em g
1v8 got a bunch of enemies
i’ll sn-tch that f-ckin’ crown like what you thought you did to me
you yearn for clout, fame lacks
funny how the same guy who dissed me, on the same track
with everyone else who dissin’ them
wrong direction, left train tracks, yea
put respect on my name, i’m the dark knight
noah talkin’ sh-t like he embarks christ
gotta be some type of blasphemy
delusional wannabes blastin’ me
not my mind but my heart’s right
f-ck hk, yea
f-ck h3
solo battlin’ a group
come and face me
one and one, hate me
gun and done, you brought melees
tons and fun, tryna save me
i’ve been goin’ kinda crazy
i feel like houston is a good place, lately
ima about to go abusive on this b-tch
ima treat you like my baby, yea
took alot of months
always on a hunt
b-tch you met your match
still trash, but rappin’ about blunts
like you roll cbd
all the way from t.a to d.d.g
17 with a bm, she my b.b.g
got some dms, you should see ‘em
got it on cl!cks, like you ttv
could tell the numbers got to yo head
caught you like ctv
might just wanna quit after this song
or don’t drop at all like dude come on
put your mouth to mic instead of a bong
groot livin’ in a san bernardino ditch
noah a fake, snort some keno b-tch
die hard, like a virgin, like you’ve never seen no tits
talkin’ cr-p like i wanna see yo wrist
“you don’t got”-no, i don’t need no b-tch
this not just a neo diss
you just got bodied by a emo b-tch

- midknyte

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