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letra de you can't rap (i can't rap diss) - supremegenics

[intro]
yeah
you ain’t got nothing on me, b-tch!

[verse 1]
i might be a kike who is burning
but i stay positive (yeah!)
go and eat a taco, you midget
you know i’m stopping this
i was sitting back while i’m laughing
because you threw a fit (haha!)
you are just upset that you suck at rapping and everything
(h-ll yeah!)
went to summer school about twice
because you a stupid b-tch (stupid!)
thinking you can lyrically beat me is f-ckin ludicrous (ludicrous!)
you don’t got a .9, lil f-ggot
you got a bb gun (ha!)
said my d-ck was small but when it go inside your hoe, i won
yeah you think that you a rapper
na, you really just a wh0re
you just jealous that i’m living
while your livid with your chores (yeah!)
think you stronger
but when i shove my knuckles into your face
imma break your f-cking nose, lil f-ggot
you gon’ pray (yuh!)
[verse 2]
you won’t never catch me lacking
my uzi get into action (brap, brap!)
the music i make is slapping
the music you make is cancer (yeah!)
i’m putting my f-ckin passion to everything i be rapping
i’d f-ck your b-tch if you had one
i’d turn her into a dancer
you jealous that i got money and you in a tiny house (ha!)
run up on you with the gang while you hiding like a mouse (rat!)
i’m fat
but at least i’m not a rat who talkin smack (yeah!)
snipe you cross the map
p-ssy boy, you trash
you’ll collapse– (blow, blow, blow!)
when i get my gun
b-tch, you better run (yeah!)
you a c-nt, i was in the slums
you ain’t even won (nah!)
thinkin i haven’t been in a fight
b-tch, you do not know sh-t about me
when i light you up with my uzi
you’ll see what’s lit about me (yuh!)

[verse 3]
no you cannot rap at all
when i look at your f-ckin name (yuh!)
and if you keep talkin sh-t
imma crack you like a frame (like a frame!)
you ain’t stepping up to me when you spit ice and i spit flames
you don’t got the f-ckin key
so you best step back to your lane (to your lane!)
i won’t let you talk that sh-t
we ain’t playing no f-ckin games (naw!)
you ain’t none the shot you claim
better stay out of my range (out my range!)
you ain’t dope like me unless you talking slinging that cocaine (ha!)
(when i’m pulling out my uzi, it go bang bang bang!)
i support people who spread positivity
you support people who riot and steal (b-tch!)
sick of your bullsh-t so quit with the pivoting
this rap will sting your career like an eel (yuh!)
i got this rapping on lock, b-tch
you are a f-ggot who lacking the static
and that why talk bout my c-ck, b-tch (ha!)
hold up, i’m putting a stop, quick (yeah!)
[outro]
esm, gang, gang, gang!
lil b-tch… yeah!
don’t ever think you could step to me, motherf-cker!
i got this rap sh-t on lock! gang!

yeah, bro… how ya feel about that?
get f-cking wrecked, bro, honestly…
oh my god–
this is embarrassing, bro–
you just got demolished, ayy!
aah!

- supremegenics

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