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letra de villain’s return (disstrack) - rojelio

[verse 1]
f-ck it i’m frustrated
i’m about to let off with no hesitation
and blow you f-ckas up like world trade and shock the whole nation

i give no f-cks of any of the words that i spit
i’d hurt a brotha whether he straight, bi, or on some g-y sh-t

cause i hate this world and the otha people in it
my plan is to start k!llin infants in motha f-ckin abortion clinics

or show up to funerals
put the attendees in a body basket
pull out my d-ck and f-ck the dead body
right up in the casket

i’m frustrated and been runnin on some devilish sh-t
i’m like hitler, schoolshooters,9/11 mixed with a triple six

all you punk rappers say you’re the devil in disguise
i’m callin out your lies cause i’m the motha f-ckin antichrist

i don’t wanna fight, cause i only go on murder sprees
hangin’ necks from trees
drinkin all of my enemies blood that drips and bleeds
saying i’m a p-ssy, son i was never weak
cause if i’m a p-ssy, you’re a f-ggot getting turned on by me

f-ckin cleveland rappers, weak -ss b-tches down in tennessee
none of y’all songs could ever compete or compare with me
in your music y’all sound depressed
not wanting to be born
if you’re a soundcloud rapper i’m a motha f-ckin sound storm

[verse 2]

valentinesgodfather soundin’ depressed in his tunes
here’s a noose
hang yourself like robin williams till your face gets blue

your music is autotuned and that’s sad jack
cause you know n0body will listen to your sh-t unless you auto tune your f-ckin track

sounding like a robot with that autotune
beep boop bap
i can tell you put a vibrator to your throat when you’re trynna rap

mumble rap is dieing son, so your music is gonna go to waste
you mistake
your daddy shoulda pulled out and came
onto your mommy’s face

your tracks ain’t hittin the top
they were never great dude
your friends lie about your music soundin good cause they don’t wanna lose you

you think you’ll surp-ss me?
that’s a f-xkin funny joke
cause i got more listeners in cleveland than the views on your soundcloud bloke
f-ck your crew, i had tatum vaughn hid
my n-ts-ck dropped better than your tracks ever did

i’m takin it easy on you kid
so you better not respond to this sh-t
cause if i got serious, i’d go to jail for rapin an underage b-tch

[verse 3]

zarlos i saw those messages on my ig
you f-ggot kid
it’s sad you had to text them to me cause you couldn’t say it to my face b-tch
claimin you’re tough
claimin you can bench press me
if you’re as strong as you say, why do you need a whole crew to diss me
you didn’t think i’d catch you on that
f-ckin fake -ss tough cat
you’re a wrestler but can’t wrestle around these d-mn facts
saying i’m too trash to get signed
kid you must be blind
cause i don’t do record deals cause i want the cash to be all mine
cause these labels will buck quick steal from you quick
if i’m a failure, how come people ask to collab with me b-tch

in those messages you called lil cook ya boy
i knew you were a f-ggot the whole time
cause you’re a wrestler
so you touch boys
that’s half naked and oiled up
so you need to shut up
those freshman boys ain’t your crew
they’re just your s-x buds
that’s always ridin your d-ck
cause they’re scared to get beat up
you must have not got lil cook’s d-ck this month
that’s why you don’t shut up
and keep my name in your mouth
like a h0m- you take it both in and out
boy you couldn’t diss your mother so what makes you think you can test me now?

cause i’m on some rough stuff
dealing with all of you pr-cks
fake -ss american
you and your parents are illegal -ss spicks
i can say that cause i’m hispanic too
but i’m better than you
f-cking wetback
i hear a siren and it’s trump’s border patrol pack

f-ck it you’re a fake hispanic
doin an american sport
you’re spanish doin u.s wrestling but you’re not a luchadore
you sellout
you got no clout
i see you actin black now
you’re a disgrace to every hispanic around
you couldn’t drop me physically
or lyrically
you’ll need to go back to church just to drop me spiritually
cause i play no tricks
call my number it’s triple f-ckin six
and i’ll posses you kid
then sacrifice your -ss to satan b-tch

and lil cook
you can’t save yourself from me jack
how you gonna diss on carlos then ride his d-ck on the next track
fake gang banger redneck
writing a diss with carlos on me
i thought rednecks don’t like working with mexicans in this country
you’re only 14 talking that sh-t son
but step to big sal and you’ll meet a f-ckin feared one
jonathan needs to cook his weight off and start a diet plan
you talkin sh-t but couldn’t say n-gga to a black man

fake -ss crew of freshman
none of you kids can diss me for sh-t
cause yes i am an ugly, unwanted no life havin f-ggot b-tch

i don’t get chicks at all
like strikeouts hoes just miss me
i knew a special ed kid got a prom date before me

none of you b-tches can diss on me
none of you b-tches can f-ck with me
cause i’m far ahead
lyrically
physically
y’all can’t handle me
cause i’m far above you b-tches right now
takin your fans
takin your crown
i’m takin it easy on y’all cause y’all ain’t worth it now

- rojelio

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