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letra de the lil' bed diss - the buzz

[verse 1: a-pesto]
lil pesto, picking up the mic
fat beats rolling out like the 3rd reich
you have orange hair and you don’t have a prayer
and i really don’t care about you

[verse 2: tho d-ckrige]
yo it’s big toe but not actually though
we’re discussing lil’ bed his brain is super slow
he’s a fat c-nt with a colostomy bag
he’s adopted, wow, what a cuck

da b-tch broke my bottle now my bag be crying
said he didn’t do it my ass be sighing
continues to deny i called his bluff
at the end of the day, i’ve had enough

yo theo, get your ass over here, ima go take a sh-t

[verse 3: deo thiccinson]
ted, you look like you sh-t the bed
gonna give you a slap on your big ginger head
not gonna lie, you make me want to die
subscribe to pewdiepie

[verse 4: joe mug]
sup b-tch, you forget about me?
your dad’s so old he’s had a vasectomy
he’s such a pedo, he’ll clinch your d-ck
your brain capacities sh-t so you eat salt l!ck
if i were you, i would get my sh-t together and stop being such a p-ssy ass b-tch l!cking c-nt stain piece of sh-t you f-ck
you f-cking c-nt c-nt f-ck

[verse 5: joe barrel]
it’s me joe
i’ve known you for years
i’ve got respect for you
but not that much

i’m not a member of the buzz
anyway, seeing you not eating is pretty rare
and just like fred you’ve got red hair, house
ah, ted, no, i don’t want to die

[unintelligible screaming]

[verse 6: b-ball]
b-ball back, the indian dude
when i start to rap you know you’re screwed
musical g*nius plucking this sitar
your boy b-ball don’t f-ck with no guitar

ted you’re ugly, too many chins
you finna die a virgin never gone commit no sins
i’m indian and even i know pewdiepie is best
ted has br–sts
(burp)
alright

[verse 7: m-sack & f-word, f-word, m-sack]
the buzz bois are here
so you best start feeling fear
said before but you fat
and you finna f-ck your cat
it’s the only p-ss you get
while you still actin het
so you should prolly turn g-y
anyway

you a bumbling ball of fat
and talentless cr-p
you say you never had a fap
well i don’t know about that

consuming kilograms
with your head on the table
i’d recommend you run
if i thought you were able

i be rhyming words like i’m dr. seuss
you should go ahead and put your head in a noose
biggie burnett always giving abuse
your mum’s p-ssy getting stretched out from overuse
yo, yo, max, did you see the other day at break ted fell over?
oh my god, really?
yeah, yeah, he was just like-just like walkin’, and then he-and then he fell over, it was just-like, imagine
oh my god
he just cannot control his body, like (yeah) he just fell over, like, like one minute, he was- he was vertical, the next he was f-cking horizontal
oh my god
what a f-cking-he’s actually just a beta

[verse 8: a-pesto]
lil pesto, the resurrection
thicc boy your mum had to have a c-section
you were too big for her to handle
now you got love handles

fat, looking like american diner
just like a shotgun, you’re a 12 gauge whiner
b-tch when he loads a cartridge and then he fires
his bullet spread is wider than his mother’s v-g-n-

i may have 4 eyes but you have 4 lips
you’re looking so thicc take some weight off those hips
curves so curvaceous you’re never satiated
your trousers aren’t sp-cious and no food is wasted

we might like them big and we might like them chunky
but no one likes you, you fat ginger monkey
you should start to count calories but you can’t count at all
1, 2, 3, 4, nah, your brain is too small

empty cranium
looking like a alien
boi’s iq is subterranean
put some tape around your waist you big waste of sp-ce
so make haste to lose weight
checkmate

[outro: a-pesto]
hang on, let me give you an outro, so
fu-fu-ted, ted, it’s all good, you’re not-it’s not-it’s no-you’re not bad, y-you’re just…th-this was-this was a different time, y’know

- the buzz

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