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letra de #18 - ni$h!th

[verse 1]
you say you are the best hispanic rapper, beg to differ though
rather get drugged by cardi than hear your music, bro
pitbull way, you ’bout to go down like timber
going down, ’cause your timber wack, compared to my timber
say the production’s mediocre, and the rapping’s wack
let’s hear what you had to say on my newest tracks
“iced out’s on repeat! genuinely good ep!”
take glex out your mixtape, ’cause ‘kii is the key
say my careers a mistake, then your’s is an abortion
acting tough, but endgame caused you some disproportion
need to ease up, hope you get locked up
’cause i’m a thirteen year-old, but you need to grow up
glex i’m sorry, but you look like the purple teletubbie
if i’m not mistaken, you’re obsessed with me
’cause you dedicated two months and nine paragraphs to me
by the way, isn’t broken loop just produced by me?
i’m really spitting facts, you just spit a croissant, why
chipotle and you are like e. coli
2 words, 2 words, you narcissistic little pr-ck
if you die, you’d die tryna suck quad’s-
weak bars in both your diss tracks, that’s lame
what needs more work, the flow, the pen, or brain?

[chorus]
number 18, the comic comes to life
here’s death glexnos, time to say goodnight
say it took one day, how about two months
tried to put me in a box, couldn’t hit a single punch
think you really got the gauntlet, think you know whats up
saw your wife in the soul stone, she made me fruit roll-ups
say it took one day, how about two months
tried to put me in a box, couldn’t hit a single punch
think you really got the gauntlet, think you know whats up
saw your wife in the soul stone, she made me fruit roll-ups

[verse 2]
if i was novice, then you’re my apprentice
wallace sucks up to you like teachers and white kids
sorry man, didn’t mean to upset your 20 followers, mate
i meant you follow six, after the diss it was eight
red wedding episode, watched that plenty times
bran stark, got the mind of a mastermind
tommen baratheon, literal eons ahead of you
screw you, i’m flyer than f-22
anthony ramos don’t mind, because you don’t matter
if it was listen to you or die, i’d choose the latter
glexnos was a low-effort definition of a joke
so stop rapping, and go back to taking sh-t photos
if mr. rogers went to your neighborhood, he’d move away
your life is literally a castaway
darwin was wrong, you really devolved
from a low-tier rapper to wallace’s bl-wj-b
i’m frankenstein, i came to life just to k!ll
ironic ’cause chai is life, but soon i’ll force a reversal
all your disses are nothing more than abysmal
my disses shoot like a three point or a pistol
weak bars in both your diss tracks, so sad
shame you wasted the little talent you had

- nihth

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