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letra de bunch of bitches - queezy_the_gangster

[verse]
my backstory, you was tellin’ people how you was broke
imma send you this by the time you have awoke
what glory? you’re being pretty petty
not tom, i know you like folk music right up in your chevy
not here for your sorrow
this an image you borrowed
i said the one i wanted, not the one i was with
no one said you were nice, shut the f-ck up little b-tch
you can’t even suffice
shut up and drop your knife
desperate? you settled for a 6th grader
i told you i’ll rip your diss apart later
the namе is known in jail
it’s recognizable from the imagе that you failed
“feelings of nausea,” what you’ll feel when i’m done with you
from how hard i hit. head spinning, who you look up to?
grow up? you look like sh-ggy
i can diss you on what i want, your sister just nagged me
i never called you smart
that line was a shot straight into the dark
frankenstein was the scientist, get your facts right son
before you try to diss my size, you can’t act like you’ve won
my brother’s literally black
i talked to gia, she wants none of your sack
my dad and cousins are
i got jumped in while you were playing cars
i ain’t no pig, in fact i barely eat
i could have people come through your window while you sleep
as if i’m scared of philly
pennsauken is my town right across the bridge, silly
jersey boys ain’t runnin’
we clutch the gun and-
we defend our property no matter who is comin’
mike you ain’t totin’ nothing
so you should stop all of this tough guy bluffing
you’ve shot no one and never will
you looked out the windowsill-
and saw the old gun in the garage of your grandpa’s house on the hill
you don’t blend well in the crowd
garfunkel wants to run from the government right now
we’ll tuck you into your grave
so say good night to the death that you paved
eminem dissed a man bun and the wrong genre
so mgk in my books won the f-cking drama
i already won, little b-tch
what you mean your sh-t legit
you talk gunners like you totin’ a strap
but really we know you’re a p-ssy like cat
i ain’t sad, you settled for a 6th grade wh0re
talked hot sh-t about your diss in reality a bore
but i ain’t playing games like you i got a sword
scared of what? your homies in the mystery machine?
can’t compare to what? b-tch i’m so obscene
i’m better than you at coming up with these schemes
get your wh0re out of the trashy brazzers scene
the f-ck you mean greasy, my hair is clean
unlike sh-ggy over here no one knows where you been
features i have on the way
you made that line not knowing what to say
mike devlin and i are working on an album
you said you wanted to fight, you don’t know the outcome
my music’s sh-t, i think 1000 people disagree
if you wanna fight, turn you into amputee
i ain’t no b-tch, i stand for my music
i would smack the soap out your hands in jail and your p-ssy i’ll abuse it
just said i had the features you little c-nt
i could kick your ass, sit down, then smoke a blunt
this ain’t no comedy special
what you mean the sh-t is funny, you would nakedly wrestle
i can rap fast on a beat and the type be metal
what creature are you referring to, napoleon dynamite?
you’ll get to 5’7” and that is your final height
you’ll get murked, go to h-ll, you won’t be in the sky tonight
flat, and i got better grades than you
you were in a trailer and all of your cheese was blue
not bleu, like the actual type
covered in mold, your struggles are all hype
you a disgusting little perv, you ain’t fit for a teacher
s-x offender, you should go to church and become the preacher
and pray i don’t break your face in the ground
i’ll grab you by the mop, stick in the water, you’ll get drowned
i learned you a little b-tch
and when i rip you apart i bet you’ll become a snitch
irrelevant? without me you’d still be with your dad
your dad sent you away since i left your sister sad
i got 1000 views on one album, what you mean, back burner?
you wish for me not to kick your ass, wish not granted, timmy turner
never said i didn’t want it, i find the sh-t funny
your water was sh-t brown, don’t talk to me about money
my t–th ain’t crooked, they straight, unlike you
you like to have orgys, guys walk in and you grew
my maker? you ain’t sh-t but a leech
that clings on to others accomplishments because you can’t reach-
for your own, you ain’t cool little punk
don’t f-ck with me again, your body will be in a trunk
i don’t eat salty foods dipsh-t
veggie patties, stab you with a f-cking drill bit
you ain’t been trapping ever
you don’t speak facts, therefore you not really that clever
paid how? from rocket league tournaments?
you don’t speak the truth, tmz journalist
you f-ck the town sl-ts
my words hurt you more than the bbc hitting your guts
i’m coming for you directly
any man walks in the room and you smile erectly
you wanna diss queezy you should do it correctly
my sh-t is a beast, you can call circumspectly
that’s a real word, read the dictionary stupid
you f-ck every girl like you were shot by h-rny cupid
they all hoes too, get off the party or muted
i got knowledge and experience over you dumbass
you talk about slavery maybe you should cut my grass
i’ve been smoking so much green i’m starting to look like “the mask”
indeed, you do look like napoleon
you probably gonna run away to some chick that is cambodian
clean up your f-cking mess like a custodian
you’ll work there when i got as much knowledge as someone that’s oxonian
no “night, night” for me, b-tch, i barely sleep
you stole from dollar tree, that’s how we know you’re cheap
and you got caught doing it, i’ll run you over with my jeep
you have a tiny d-ck, down her throat, you can’t go deep
no sh-t you say is correct
imma make a call, collect
when i’m locked up in prison for k!lling over disrespect
i’ll get right up in your face
so when i come to your house, imma treat you like it’s my place
i’ll f-cking murk you with no trace
you only get bj’s, no s-x, you ain’t even hit second base
ain’t no snitching on mama, are you really f-cking dumb?
his name is ed, get it right, my new son
not just hitting, we’ve gotten into brawls
so what if i’m emo? hit up hot topic in the mall
your dad also didn’t want your punk ass around
so shut the f-ck up, get in this hole in the ground
i ain’t snitching, it came up in my therapy-
for my anger issues, i won’t donate to your charity
no frown, psycho-style grin
juggalo on your ass and b-tch i’ll always win
this ain’t even my town, pennsauken is and that’s fo’sho
one of my hits to your ribs you can’t take another blow
white sh-t? what are you a f-cking bird?
i’m james bond, take it shaken not stirred
he’s at recovery, ain’t nothing to follow
curry cum in your mouth you make sure everything is swallowed
negativity comes from the dark place in my brain
the same place that makes me want to cut through your veins
i’ll box you left and right, you ain’t k!llin’ nothin’
you like it from behind, your ass where you keep your stuff in
mike and jarrett make a move, b-tch, i’m not bluffing
[outro]
i told you f-ggots that i would rip it to shreads

- queezy_the_gangster

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