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letra de reese disstrack - slashest

[intro: slashest]
reese there’s no way you’re trying to make a diss track on me
you picked the wrong fight with the wrong person

[verse 1: spadical]
yo b-tch ass reese
why you tryna roast slash?
i’m boutta pack yo ass up
while i’m making that cash
reese i’m flaming you b-tch
while yo house turn to ash
while yo b-tch ass stuck at home
you ain’t touchin no grass

cause yo last in this pack
in this war you have started
i’m the king of this battle
with my castle it be guarded
you can’t work with these rhymes
in your head disregarded
we sailing with this win
in my boat we departed

b-tch i’m fed what you said
when you walk like a duck
your minecraft career
when it ended it sucked
you thought we forgot?
but yo b-tch ass got caught
cause we outta gotta pack
we ain’t sitting we fought
you’re f-cked
he be like “hey what”
i’m bout to get to packing
while yo b-tch ass f-cking lackin
while i’m getting to the smackin
while yo b-tch ass f-cking takin
with this gas ass f-cking rappin
you goofy ass b-tch

[interlude: packgod]
(oh h-ll nah)
nah nah nah
you really thought you were safe my boy?
yo ass built like an inverted porcupine with a half eaten tap dancing autistic grasshopper and it launched 5 feet in yo b-tthole lil’ b-tch (nah)
you really thought you were safe? (nah)
it’s my turn lil’ hoe
(yeah yeah yeah)

[verse 2: packgod]
d-mn, why you built like a sandwich?
i asked reese “do you know who’s candice?”
he said “wait, who’s candice?”
i said “can this d-ck fit in yo mouth”
i combo yo b-tch
f-ck her up, right, and down
silencer on my pistol you can’t hear a sound
d-mn, i’m astounded
b-tch i’m your dad, you’re grounded
[verse 3: spadical]
grounded from making all these trash ass raps
while your looking like a 4 with all your t–th havin’ gaps
you got an ego on your name
with your brain full of fame
but when you’re done with me
all your content is the same
it’s trash

[verse 4: packgod]
d-mn, little b-tch you a midget
spin up on yo block
and i ain’t talkin’ fidget
makin’ this money
i’m makin’ these digits
get off of discord
and get on some b-tches
(nah nah nah)
hey! that’s nothin’
went to mcdonald’s
you got a mcm-ffin
f-ck out my face
cause i know that you bluffin’
b-tch sit up straight
why you always be slumpin’

- slashest

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