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letra de defeat - simonisarapper

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[intro]
(i hate your movie and your podcast is bad)
(simon i hate you)
(i’m so annoyed simon, i’m so annoyed with you)
(but it was a chorus chorus and i hate when you rap fast)
(i have more fans than you simon, stop clout chasing)
(you are such a joke simon also i like flying saucers)
(you are such a p-wn, haha simon, also oc has no friends except you)
this is your defeat, good luck

[verse]
so you want to start a war?
this ain’t a chess game if you already lost before
this whole ordeal started, this is checkmate, you’ll never soar
this is defeat and i don’t have to sing fast to k!ll you lyrically more
you are bad at rappin’, take it as a compliment
beats don’t have to hit to kick hard in your unconscious corpse
since i’m tirеd of just kickin’ you around while you are so confident
that you arе better than me, but this is overk!ll so why beat you encore?
man it’s useless to destroy a kid over and over
i’ve been stoppin’ to eat, sleep or drink until i annihilate you again and again
3 times in a row man, this is d-day, this’ll just prove my diversity
that you don’t have as an artist, until now you’ve been useless
you couldn’t diss me as a rapper when you clapped back
because you well know that i am better than you, and that’s a fact
your psyche is malfunctionin’ and not compact inside
so you attack a project of mine, when you have none in life
hypocricy at it’s finest, that’s my problem with you
bringin’ my friends into this battle for no reason too
come on, your stupidity overshadows you completely, fool
shut up for once, or i’ll force it closed with sewing tools
d-mn, i’ll punch you open like sliced ham
ram you and slam, wham you in a wall
slash your intestines, this a scar
in your lower parts, we’re not on par
hit your head with a lamp and sharp glass
this a pamphlet for your death, is this fast?
for you, or do you understand zeeshan
that my flows are like oceans and not flawed
lay mr rafiq on a crash pad
say my name and i’ll punch you so hard
that you’ll fall back into the past
a few decades ago at the world wars
is this enough proof that i can flow perfectly on the beat?
well i know the answer, i just improve now can you see
that the scope is at you directly and this is your final defeat
no hope for you kid, my aimin’ perfectly narrows through heat
you are religious but you won’t ascend in heaven
this ain’t the ascension and there won’t be a resurrection
for you, i’ll cremate your bars and take the ashes and i’ll desintegrate
each one, one by one, there are not many pieces since your bars are made with fake work
since you don’t even know when you subtely diss me
by goin’ at me you are just breathin’ carbon monoxide
nausea will come first, then you’ll vomit and then you’ll collapse
i don’t care if you hate me, perhaps here’s some advice:
so you don’t think about your lyrics, that’s how you mass produce
terrible songs, your diss wasn’t worthy of a response so i’ll offer my profuse
apologies for nothin’ since you brought a friend of mine into this so i’ll let you deduce
why i ended up makin’ this, we are not on the same page nor flight of steps to infuse
yourself to my level, you can’t since i can climb mount everest
while you’ll just be goin’ down into the depths to forever rest
this is the nail in the coffin that you dug up by yourself
i’ll impale you like i’m vlad the impaler, fool, i’ll put it through your pelvis bone
that i melted to make glue out of it
you animalistic stupendous creation
i took the last pieces of the ashes remainin’ from the incineration
and stuck them with your glue on the wall of kids with delusion
it consists of you when you got defeated on d-day
you’ll just end up workin’ at fast food places with less pay
you were never good on a beat, all your songs are in vain
you never incorporated meanin’ and compared to me you are a sh-t stain for your age
you say you don’t flaunt wealth but you flex fake money, look at your name
or some of your songs, no one enjoys your music, you don’t have fans nor fame
you lied about yourself completely in your bio, now that’s disdainful
to yourself, oh look my bitmoji line made him change his profile, i got propane tools
to explode destructive alternations of your face, it’ll implode your lungs too
crushin’ each pocket of air in your body, you’re now brain dead fool
distinctive burn marks scarred on your face like a mace in stuck in your head soon
3rd degree burns to the nerves system, now don’t be nervous you baffoon
my explosions are real, yours are comical onomatopoeias
so you’ll get paranoia, sh-llshock then insomnia
you won’t sleep tonight or ever, you fell off dock
in the ocean with the kraken and mega sharks
megalodons with t–th the size of your arm
bite force over quintillions of pounds that can gobble up a whole farm
that’s me, i’m the mega don simon, and you then call me a p-wn?
and a dead one? i cover all 64 squares lyrically, you barely cover one
d-mn you must’ve lost your mind, the only thing livin’ from you is your silhouette
cyanide invaded you prior tonight, i’m the 15 year old g.o.a.t, you’re the sheep, go fetch
a stick, or i’ll cave in your skull with a brick, while blood seeps out of it
i’m a mystical behemoth, i’m a rarity of 1 in 7 billion
h0m-sapiens, while you are the common kid that wants to be the best
but fails at it horribly, so terribly, like the fall of cryptocurrencies
when they died in a crypt occurence, see what i mean?
double meanings that probably flew over your head, can you redeem
yourself? and prove to me you’re better than me, simple answer
no you can’t, to me you are just a fish in a barrel
that i’ll take and start to tear off each scale by gill
in your life you will always fail you real
unambitious kid, i am vicious makin’ your blood fall
out of your head, this brawl, makin’ you pale for dust
disappear like salt dilutin’ in water, no trust
i’m venomous lyrically, everywhere i’m omni potent
no cure for my fangs the size of mammoth h-rns, i’m the dominant rodent
out of the bunch of the millions of rodents, gigantic like godzilla
i’m foreign to the basics, i’m multiplied in strengths
july 6th is the day mr lost completely to simon
got defeated one month after d-day to complete desintegration

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