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letra de mc pepper nips (the mc nemesis diss) - the real maniac

[intro: lehman]
hahaha…
hi aaron
you f-ckin- b-tch
god- d-mn it- bobby!
aye

[verse 1: lehman]
first off you rap like you sellin’ propane out of arlington
you been giving life to this asylum like you harley quinn
glad you came along man
i been wondering where the bars have been
sike! you just lame, i bet you’ll never wanna start again
now i go, switch up the flow
while i’m diggin’ this hole, i’ma f-ck up your program
you rappin’ like you have been researchin’ blueface, yeah
but you built like you roseanne
you blobfish, should never have talked sh-t
now you wanna diss on crypt? obnoxious
ain’t gainin’ no profit, “i guess if i diss you’ll cl!ck”
you soundin’ like goofy (uh-huh!)
give me a bar that goes rattling through me
blast it and move me
boy you so big, if i’m filming your stomach is half of a movie!
actually true g
oh, sh-t, f-ck!
i forgot you’re chris jericho
man, you’ve got more talent then me in just your one big hairy toe!
oh wait, this scary flow
that you hit us with is unbearable
that shirt so strong it holds that weight
ain’t rippable, but you’re terrible
man you suck regardless
soundin’ like a sh-tty teletubbie cover artist
nemesis has never been stuck with a f-ckin’ bar clip
maniac’ll give it to ’em, give the b-tch the hardest
start it

[verse 2: maniac]
i’ve turned into an animal, a cannibal
i’m eatin’ you out the can like an edible
i’m fed up, too many danimals
man this sh-t’s incredible
you stretchin’ like elastagirl
as if you had the last word
t-ts on you homie, you got it backwards
let me get your attention
your fat yourself peter griffin
playin’ chicken will get you hit by a truck that is driven
by the real of the realest
the deal is you reel in a bigger fish
that you can’t deal with
you don’t understand the means on a nemesis
this mc’s pen is venomous
striking your nervous system with the intent to see your nervousness
wait a minute, what garbage is this?
you’re speakin’ out your -ss
no wonder your sh-ts ridiculous
time to smack this fat -ss around
eat you out a bowl
like a lion against a clown, say somethin’ if you got the b-lls
to look stupid even further, your vision seems to be blurred
you ain’t knockin’ at my pen
with your light-weighted words
i mean, what about you is harmful?
what if i was upon you?
in-person you get nervous over an order at mcdonald’s
i can see you sweatin’ homie, you need to go take a shower
cause’ you reek in the process of tryna hide that you’re sour

[verse 3: lehman]
okay, now, mc nemesis, better give me evidence
that if it’s crypt he’s better than
ain’t seen none of that
btich, i’ll turn your kidneys gelatin
laughin’ at this little f-cker
man, he thinks he’s relevant, look
i ain’t just dissin’ because you been -ss at this rap sh-t
i’m really dissin’ because you a b-tch
listen, i bring the acidest rap, sh-t
i’m bout’ to p-ss out laughin’, i’ll sn-tch ya’ll gavel
and break it in half over the back of every fan ya’ll gatherin’, wait
there’s only one of those
i bring a hundred flows
how you makin’ raps when you an angry little dungeon troll?
i heard you wanted smoke
you better tuck and roll
moment maniac open the window you’re in trouble bro
i just heard this feline f-ggot just flopping tracks
i swear to god he hit the beat off balance
homie how you dissing crypt
when it’s the beat you’re battlin’
got asylum p-ssed off, because this pieon’s talentless, wait

[verse 4: maniac]
the moment i got to hold my opponent by the throat
i hope you choke on this smoke
oh wait a minute, that’s some foam
as i make what little of your life flash before your eyes
now you got a maniac behind you
puttin’ a blade in your spine
let me pick you to pieces
let’s see which limb is the easiest
i’ma turn your neck one-eighty
you can see who you dealin’ with
you better close your lips, if you don’t want the truth to spill
even with this target practice, i shoot for the k!ll
so l!ck some nuts you fruit h. hill
the f-ck? you ain’t real
die on a beat, us you ain’t able to feel
cause’ asylum plus crypt is an overloaded meal
this is only stage two, bodybag sealed
oh look you mad for real
the air in your head got you g-ssed up
you’re mad bruh, you fat f-ck
i like my fat friend, but you mad cause’ you fat huh
callin’ crypt fat? nah, f-ck

- the real maniac

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