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letra de owari da (smmg disstrack) - taky

[intro: taky and anonymous]
what’s your opinion on smmg
smmg, isn’t that the mason kid?
yeah
uhh, a little b-tch
-gunshot-

f-ck man
this guy thinks he can rap over my beat (nah, nah, nah)
this is my beat bro, f-ck outta here with that sh-t, this is my beat (nah)
k!llshot’s my beat, f-cking owari da b-tch, (f-ck this man)

[pre-verse]
i already k!lled your -ss with smmelegy
i don’t believe in no god-forsaken ent-ty
i’m 50 cent, and you’s ja rule
3 straights l, exclaiming excuses, ahh choo

[verse 1]
a fake–ss mini-me in the ring with me so rest in peace, but best believe, stop playing you a toy, tryna threaten me
burned lil b-tch; giving you a 3rd degree
god thinks he high as f-ck, yeah, that b-tch on ecstasy
no hiv, but this b-tch gon die like eazy e
all my bars cold, fuelling fire, yeah, no vaseline
never tried to be intricate; i rhyme better than you infinite
loki and his little cronies, named a critically acclaimed flaming pile of sh-t after sonic oc’s
one-on-one c-nt, let’s see if i don’t f-ck you up
yes, put your bets please, so i can finally beat the sh-t outta this f-cking chump
3 sixes, sleeping deep, 3 remixes
you’s suiting up hard b-tch, but you never mean business
rapping bout, the present, this a mean–ss christmas
santa gave me a hitlist, not a f-cking wishlist

[verse 2]
b rabbit stop choking on, mommas spaghetti
so, you go lower than lil jon, that’s pretty petty
call me mgk, but g-eazy’s real sleazy, k!llin’ beats
i don’t beat em c breezy, without gl-sses you can’t see me
lookin like you seen a ghost, tryna make your sh-t a coax
my throw away lines are better than your best roasts
wannabe 2pac, your dead-ss sitting on the west coast
let me guess you’ve already used your best joke
subject when you beg for guest appearances
you don’t have my respect and i’ll never take you serious
how the f-ck can you call yourself a lyricist
vegeta, get used to number two
guess i’ll call you stan too
an apology from you, is definitely overdue

[bridge]
named a whole song after a gimmick chess
that’s the furthest i heard from an actual diss
saying checkmate, never called myself a king
but you seem to think you’re above everything

[verse 3]
die like the rest, with the black death
t–th looking nasty austin powers with that bad breath
this kid likes talking sh-t on insta
he never k!lled n0body, he’s no f-cken hitler
think you caused a genocide
i was laughing, when you was rapping over homicide
kai’s italy, my guy switching side-to-side
my career was well on its way before you arrived cuz this ain’t 1985
in time lil pump’s gon stop thinking he can rhyme

[bridge]
gonna diss me for using rhymezone eh?
at-least i used those words for something that i wrote eh?

[verse 4]
i’m surprised that this guy hasn’t died though i left him bleeding
you’re on about dumb sh-t like my ribs, unlike ad libs i ain’t even screaming
ryu’s hadoken doesn’t do sh-t against ak-ma’s raging demon
you, and tory lanez got something in common
you both think you’re hot and you both think you’re poppin’
4am flex stole the art of peer pressure
tory steals sh-t, why you feel you need leverage

[verse 5]
this b-tch thought i wouldn’t find it, and when i did, he denied it, pinocchio’s nose grows like a beanstalk and awoke the sleeping giant you like fairy tales, cuz every time mason lies, yeah-
it really f-cking fails
you couldn’t stick the nail in, tell another tale pr-ck
trying to defame me, labelling me jay-z, yeah, imma roc-a-fella
during acapella i was ksi, yeah, and your -ss was joe weller
you stood there still with a guard to your head
this a one-shot k!ll and i’m leaving you dead
taking shots at my dad, b-tch i guess that’s cool
at-least mine didn’t make an ugly -ss wombat like you

[verse 6]
i’m dwayne “the rock” johnson, that’s a f-cking compliment
you should stick to sh-tty memes and i’ll continue making rhyme schemes, cuz all your sh-t is -ss, like f-cken heinz-beans
(this ain’t it fam)
call me out for sl-t shaming, you f-cking hypocrite
you talked about someone’s stepdad raping her and sh-t
that shows you’re not a man
i knew, that sorry suits two dumb b-tches from j-pan
call me mobb deep cuz i left this b-tch really burned
he’s a shook one
cuz it only took one-
verse to realise you’ve been cooked son

[bridge]
ay spell out mgk well imma spell out motherf-cking k!llshot

[verse 7]
k-illed, careers dead for the rest of your f-cken days
i-llegal, the way i had to put you in the f-cken grave
l-iterally bottom-line f-cken lil tay
l-ame is the word left for your f-cken family name
s-hame created a spark and lit the f-cken flame
h-ang; you might get a pic with the f-cking logang
o-lé you’ve proved you’re not worth my f-cking-
t-ime

(outro)
you’re not worth my time, you dumb little piece of sh-t
you’re not worth my time
f-ck outta here man (f-ck outta here)
this is my-
this is my beat, f-ck outta here
-gunshot-

- taky

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