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letra de fact diss, volume one - norff

chorus
yeah!
g-mac’s a b-tch, yeah!
f-cking b-tch, yeah!
i’ma f-ck your wh0re!
yeah, g-mac’s a b-tch!
yeah!

verse
yes, a b-tch
i’m gonna fix him off in the wrist
three years of friendship, i hate it
regret it, yes, you’re a b-tch
i bet you have tons of wet dreams
but you’re never gonna get no wh0res
i got an extra posse’ mate so stop unless you wanna get wrecked
have you reconfigured the consequences yet?
you had a vision, i had a vision to, let me speak
stop calling yourself a king
i’m gonna wrip out your b-tch’s vocal chords
when she sucks my d-ck
but who’s info is that but hers? (yeah!)
everytime you see me, you scream
i turn yourself into a crippled crip
your shoes explode
you gotta deal with 50 degree, n-gga
we used to be in the same class
in your music videos you never dress as a rapper
you don’t belong in my class
stop acting like you belong to hip hop
you need to get a job
i slap my d-ck around your b-tch’s neck
drop out of school and miss your career
that’s your b-tch, left in the cage
former widow of a rapper
f-ck that sh-t, i’m the old school
smoking my speaker box while you sleep in the cage
scared to match my vowels tonight
you too disrespectful to kings around you to try to eat the right food
got me so p-ssed off i’m up till like midnight
seeing, speaking visions of blood running down you like a heavy presence
i can’t f-ck your b-tch until she comes to me because i don’t care to know about her residence
don’t want her thinking this is a real thing
i don’t f-ck with the game of bars like you
you can jump in front of a train and fly
i jump with detoxify, you can’t even walk or talk our direction, you lost a lot and find yourself aloft
but when you see the world and then see me in the streets just remember how you got here
i’m only going as for as to tell you why you lame, lame
i can’t turn your llama into drama, get your sounds to get above the ground level
down here it’s sixty degrees
i’m working, not clowning, not on no cycle
i’m not terrified by you
i put lame n-ggas in the streets then let me in their girl’s sheets, yeah
i’m jacked up, i can’t leave a body behind because it’s too easy
your n-gga’s all love me and detoxify
you better stop, you stuck with me
you suck in comparison to me
there’s no time for a crime scene
all i have is time for a rhyme scheme
just to f-ck with you
throw you in lava
flows got a certain quality from me
i’ve got a blue moon, money don’t make you
but who says the same in regards for me?
and don’t make a false move because i’ll blow your f-cking skin and ass off
i put your girl in a rocket, she can meet you
f-ck again, fake -rg-sm
leave me, take me
through the entrance with my bag
stop whipping it at kids
just for tired acts
g-mac, you so dead to me
i can’t take an entire rapper, but an entire rap came to me
so i’m working until i wrap ya
i’m tellin you, i can’t save you
i’m talking to you d-ckhead
f-ck you like a jalapeno
i’m too sick in the head
my d-ck is the king, my d-ck is the master, monster
your b-tch suck it in public
i hand her the key
i’m the king of the titanic p-ssies
if i erupt, you die
i’m the brainwasher
i yell “h-llo motherf-ckers!”
and all, come on
jealous, hun
listen
jealous
“n-gga you lost your mind?”
i don’t give a f-ck about you
dead

i invented this fight
so i don’t care about the flight
i run this game, you’re too late
you n-gga’s have issues
f-ck your rhyme, f-ck your life
i don’t give a f-ck, good fight
i know you’ll never get married
i’m the biggest fist, back in your face like a lift
and it’s quadlo, the production
so stay where you stay
emcees never know when to stop
they don’t care if they see you bleed
i see you lame n-gga’s
i’m walkin’ towards ya
i’m og, og, i’m sick
it’s me, ab ceff

i’m a king
marvelous rapper, og
i’ma come and steal everything
make my money
now i walk the line (walk the line)
bout to put a mask on
bout to put your spot on
bout to take your skin off
“oh, n-gga, that’s a high risk!”
(instrumental break)

fresh, it’s too late
don’t be rude to me
now it’s time and x

(instrumental break)

i’m hungry
i’m hungry motherf-cker!
i’m hungry for you
i can eat newborn baby

eh, eh
i see your b-tch like
“oh no, og ab ceff
don’t leave us, we wanna love ya”
you know what, n-gga?
i don’t give a f-ck
come on, pick up
i need detoxify
i need to talk
where are you, man?
okay, meet at the spot, man

- norff

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