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letra de therapy - shotty horroh

[spoken: dizaster]
…best battler in england and his name is shotty horroh. he’s the best battler ever, he’d pretty much almost k!ll anybody in canada and even if he came to the states he’d be one of the top battlers here. he’s incredible i my opinion! he’s the best british battler ever…

throw some rest in peace in the batter
some death underneath the salad
some cemetery in the pan
it’s a recipe for disaster
the devil’s demons are after
the energy in my shack
when they’re tellin’ me to get at em’
like sendin’ tweets when i’m chattin’
you checkin’ deep when i’m rappin’
my message deep it’s atlantis
your every litre and gallon
won’t wet the feet of a rabbit
my depth is sea levels
you don’t see levels?
you’ll need some gl-sses
these thirsty b-tches think gl-sses are me
cuz they keep on gaggin’
think i’m just another cracker
tryna crack
and get it crackin’
you must be smokin’ some crack
tryna take a crack
at the kraken
i’ll take em’ back to the past
when your name advanced in your bracket
your cadence, p-ssions and patterns
the label gave to you’re talent
i turned every day i practiced
and you hardly know procedures
your bars go over their heads
but my bars go over the ceilings
thought i mean the roof?
no, my bars go over ceilings
i’m michealangelo
see, my sixteen’s
are sisteenish
you need a bigger biggie
three thousand andre-3000’s
two 2-pac’s
fifty 50’s
a rack of racoon’s
twelve d-12’s
five times jur-ssic 5
and it still won’t shift me
i’m 50 with the bullets in him
shady with the mushy’s in him
big when puff was with him
pac when suge was with him
kirt cobain, axel rose when the drugs was in em’
pimp c when he’s sick green and six cups was in him
and karma’s a motherf-cker
so i stay calm as a motherf-cker
f-ck your pride, you’re telling tails
when you’re sayin’ you’re the main man
you’re lying there
pride, tails, main? wait…
i described the lion there!
you’re a buffalo in my
jungle bro you can die in here
catch him lyin’ round
i’ll let my lions share
the lion’s share
in this dance
keep your distance
in this stance
you must defend like this dan
i’m way past black belt you couldn’t match this dan
arms everywhere sh-t’s resembling a diss dance
right left
make you bright red son
sun’ll give you this tan
act shady, you can die-doe like in stan
my fist fam’ll
put you through the door like a wristband
six inch jab
hit man on a kick back
this match (mismatch)
sit back
i’m the big champ
you just got your shin-pads and your gym p-ss
think fast
i’ll blast you in your chin and split your lip fat
hit you with a pickaxe
give you back a p-ss flap
son destruct me i’m a fire, i’m a lit match
and i got protection on deck like a slip-match
i’ll take your lady while you babies sleep
that means i’ll have you f-ckin’ woman kidnapped while the kids nap
i’ll catch that fat b-tch slippin’, sippin’ slimfast
fold her like a gymnast
till her f-ckin’ limbs snap
leave her body shrink-wrapped
you can get pimp slapped as loud as a pimp’s swag
till i got a limp hand
and my fingers spring back
rick hatton bow!
get your whole nose bridge cracked
sh-tbag
sh-t, you could sh-t through a sh-tbag
f-ck everybody on the diss track
sh-t fam it’s that
young mr. harper hay
modern day harley rays
att-tude of charlemagne but i ain’t with the chit chat
they wanna clash with i
they can meet sel-ssie
i’m a dragon drag-racing with them dragon flies
i ain’t someone you wanna try and antagonise
in a war of words i spit israel and palestine
uh send a rapper off to paradise
tell em’ holla from the afterlife
hannibal lecter
the cannibal flesh eater with one h-ll of an appet-te
go put your big pants on lunar it’s hammer time
uhm it’s adam i would leave a rapper paralysed
snap your spine
they won’t get it back n i’m
d-mn it i’m spazzin’ i’m
only tryna p-ss the time, catch a vibe
pee brain petons ain’t masterin’ the master mind
tell them little parasites to p-ss the mic before they get
mic jacked slash barry white via satellite
fans keep talkin’ bout shotty and lunar
i’ll body the yout and you just body for proppin’ my zoot
but i’m not gonna loose to this poppy influenced
comedy music
you’ve gotta be stupid
why’s he tryna copy my movements? mate
i don’t give a f-ck how many followers truin’
hollerin’ lunar would body horroh he’d probably chew him
well tell him step in the f-ckin’ ring like i offered him to
and then we can see it, i guarentee it
he’s not gonna do it
said he’s chewed up and spat out battlin’
if that’s then rap don’t matter then
talkin’ all that sh-t on twitter but he won’t @ me
and uhm bloodstro and aresonal…
really no comparison
dpf and math hoff are really no comparison
wait a minute actually
who the f-ck’s battled him?
him and uno did a mill and that’s his biggest battle init
well i got a f-ckin’ millie views way faster than him
sh-t he’s actin’ arrogant and he ain’t got a cl-ssic in him
real rap fans won’t put me in a bracket with him
f-ggot listen
this is just a rapture dissin’
someone has to baton with him
till it gets tucked and he gets battered with it
that’s the spirit
this ain’t about nothin’ other than how you spoke to me
when i just told you sumthin’ and you tried to make a joke of me
if i was you i would hold my rosary close to me
pray to the holy ghost
and then hope
that he’s watchin’ over me
i’m tryna chill but he keeps on coaxin’ me
i’m probably bout to go to jail raise at toast for me
i said them tape names are similar as sh-t
and it must of struck a nerve you got your nickers in a twist
then you started makin’ tweets like a silly little b-tch
but you acted like the f-ckin’ @ symbol didn’t exist
and i extended my hand
said we should probably do a song for the fans
d-mn now you’re actin’ like a motherf-ckin’ diva
you’ve got more followers but so has justin beiber
put them pictures of the kittens in your cover yeah they like that
make some silly faces, dribble roll your eyes back
rap about single mums and addiction cuz they’ll buy that
but don’t you think tyler the creator would want his vibe back
i offered you a battle and you blied that
but now your in the comfort of your home you’ll reply back
you’re a coward and you wouldn’t do it live fam
so send your shots from where you need to hide at
horroh!

[spoken: shotty horroh]
shots fired
do your little reply or whatever you need to do
in the comfort of your own home
f-ckin’ wouldn’t do it face to face
in the format me and you come from… mate, let’s be real we was both musicians before we did this but the battlin’ sh-t put both of us on the map. you’re actin’ like a f-ckin’ justin beiber r kid, knock it on the head. f-ckin’ pay respect where it’s due mate! i don’t give a f-ck. this is nothin’ about anything else other than the way you responded when i told you your mixtape name sounds like my old sh-t. on some cheeky sh-t. i don’t care take it how you want it, it’s therapy i’m gettin’ sh-t off my chest. mate!
f-ckin’!…
…pr-ck!

[lunar c impersonation: shotty horroh]
when i’m rappin’ quick
i’m at this sh-t
when i make your body… vanish… quick
it’ll be like a shakerless spanish kid…
maracaless/miraculous

- shotty horroh

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