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letra de pseudorapper - the animal king

hook- b-tch you’re no trapper, just a pseudorapper, f-cking look at this guy, don’t you think he needs to die?, so come and join on the slaughter, of pseudorappers that i father

v1- oh look at that time, no way! you think you’re that cold?, oh you you got a mink, for what?, like i know you’re rich like a mother f-ck, but yo b-tch is that all you’re gonna give?, y’all be predictable as long as you wanna live?, see i hear this sh-t a thousand times can you do something?, cause your rhymes are too mind numbing, yes i knew about nines i’m coming, to those who want to simplify the art, ya pen will die hoes knife right through ya heart, i heard the same sh-t a million f-cking times, word you’ve been here and still sucking at rhymes, you wonder how you get forgotten for some reason, stir the pot cause i’m k!lling all these mc’s and (season), plot on filling the charts with talent for your treason, you shine but your label is a dyson sphere, and you really think you’re mike tyson here?, i send fear, to your pen dear, b-tch it’s been clear, that

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v2- oh i know those syllables, it’s just random and you think you k!ll the fools, cause you rap fast?, but that cr-p has, lyrical miracle written all over it, spittin that doesn’t make bolder sh-t, if what we’re getting is just nonsense, f-ck you doing on pens?, suck when you’re on a song friends, so far you’re going on the wrong ends, of the road, nuff of yo, “if i use more syllables and go fast, until i have no gas, that in of itself makes a better rapper”, sh-t mates i hope you never chatter, again or get the rope forever laughter, as words go by with no impact, birds you’ve been wack, nerds with the pen jack, sweep the floor with these rappers with a witches broom, bring you b-tches doom, i sing with a vicious tune, you’re just word salad, stop thinking that you’re bad kid, end up sinking ya life i had rid, of because

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v3- do yo chatter, pseudorapper, a f-cking concept, when you’re on yet, the same sh-t all hands on deck, cause i’m putting you rappers in your grave, simplify the rhyme because it’s a rave, song? in the sky is your new location, hoes you chasin mo money and now you’re facin, the life ender, the knife will enter, republican mcs, peel ya skin geez, ya trying to push back what hip hop was pushing for, now i’m squishing your, brains in, ya lames been, uneducated, no one dedicated, to the art and what others go through, so you, stay in your bubble, and have the pen make rubble, that are just the same arguments repeated, grab the electric chair and be seated, then i flip the switch, for ruining hip hop b-tch, unless you are nwa or michael jackson, you ain’t getting canceled wack son, you’re selling, but cry when middle schoolers are tellin, “you’re a dumb b-tch”, wh0re stop with that sh-t
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- the animal king

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