letra de rdbrd - prod.ilomilo
[intro]
alright, let’s see, let’s see
[verse 1]
looks like it’s your first battle, let me say, “welcome in”
we go hard here, not very welcomin’
we won’t wait for you to get settled in
we just get to the poundin’
my third turn, another round in
check the aux, see if we got the sound in
baby, the alarms’ll start soundin’
’cause i’m, i’m goin’ in
grab your anime girl pillow, it’s blowin’ in
i guess you like your p-ssy kawaii
come on, no need to be shy
we’ve just begun, but say your goodbyes
i’m ready to hear your cries, why?
don’t get out of line
i’m herе to take what’s mine
at the еnd of it all, you won’t be fine
hopefully, you can mature, and not whine
if they said i’m winnin’, they wouldn’t be lyin’, f-ck
[verse 2]
my guy, you so needy, you need to use the tate review thread
you say, “bye, felicia” like that meme isn’t already dead
took so long, you were almost forefeited
you told me to read the rules, you should do what you said
you need to read the f-ckin’ room, the room you haven’t read
alucard, need to take your allergy meds
can’t even go out, can’t leave your bed
you sit, breathin’ with your mouth
you thought you had this in the pouch
can’t even get to your f-ckin’ couch
took a big twenty, you were technically out
but we let you take your precious time
i hope you’re happy, broke the rules, committed a crime
baby, you deceased, just admit
you were busy readin’ manga, all that j-panese sh-t
i’m winning, like hard, but don’t throw a fit
you and your john cena sh-t can take another hit, f-ck
[verse 3]
you got no b-tches, you got no men
you think you hot, but you eleven less than ten
i’ll whoop your ass, like street fighter, ken
call it off now, your ass i’ll lend
the f-ckin’ fact is, you ain’t even takin’ hits at me
like you want me to win, like it’ll make you happy
your rhymes are weak, too shabby
i’m here all week, it ain’t cr-ppy
put your ass on a plate, don’t get sappy
so moved, take off your hat, please
i’ve gotten on the map, with ease
you’re like a bee with no stinger, i ain’t stung
you can’t get no anime hoes, you’re not hung
actin’ sus’, like an imposter, i’m among
wish you wasn’t so high, high strung
your career was done as soon as i sung
f-ckin’ pathetic, you collapse your lungs
almost done, it wasn’t fun
i can surely f-ckin’ take another one
super f-ckin’, it’s your turn, son, f-ck
[verse 4]
alright, b-tch, no need to get hyper
outta all the people i’ve ever met, you the slowest typer
take my f-ckin’ aim, turn into that f-ckin’ sniper
you go, “waa, waa,” need a tear wiper
sneaky viper, i’m not f-ckin’ allowed
with that john cena simp sh-t, wish you weren’t so loud
i’ll win all the applause of the crowd
this hit so muhf-ckin’ critical
this pain, it’s definitely physical
the abuse, not metaphorical
so pathetic, so boring, cool
you’re the one being a foolish fool
you just overlook me, like your least used tool
i’m on minecraft sh-t, b-tch, make your ass a craft
your waifu, punk, this sh-t ain’t daft
build yourself a b-tch, put bella poarch on a raft
why do you keep f-ckin’ bringing up anime?
can’t talk about anything else, except your cartoon baes
just ended you, like that b-tch ended harambe
b-tch, you f-cking suck, but i just slayed, f-ck
[verse 5]
i f-ck minecraft b-tches? i’m g-y, read a f-cking room
you dead, right now, i’m burying the tomb
gone so soon? gone so soon? sleepin’ under the moon?
you f-ckin’ wish, b-tch
you haven’t even had your first kiss
go read my song about p-ss
i’m number f-ckin’ one, on the list
go cry to satella, go f-ck your sis’
you shoot your shot, you f-ckin’ miss
i’ve had just about enough of this, f-ck
b-tch, you can’t even rhyme, or even spell right
end you, h-ll yeah, b-tch, i might
you’re new, so let me tell you, b-tch, i bite
if you’re gas station water, i’m mcdonald’s sprite
like mcdonald’s sprite, i’m muhf-cking addictin’
you too scared to show your face, you chicken
that anime girl p-ss’ you dream of l!ckin’
yet it’s your ass i’m kickin’
i’ll dropkick your ass, like a mile
put your tears in a jar, put your jar in my pile, f-ck
[outro]
alright, i’m done with my b-tchin’
i just gotta know, who do you think won competition?
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