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letra de fan or foe - tier on3

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verse 1- (tier on3)
from the beginning you talk like you like my sh-t
i was proud of myself i gotta go spike my hits
i’m in dark pit to make new types of mix
enhance my talent with my spikes and whips

you go awake my beast in red
go crazy over me but you see me dead
you belittle my talent you speak to be condemned
now no f-cks given for your deep offense

come up to me like let’s take a picture
you went away like you did it to make a switcher
take look at my latest scripture
tried to get her back but he had to take her with her

look up to me as your teen high idol
to be forgiven go to read thy bible
if ya go through a vicious preaching cycle
go console with my streaks of vinyl

i hope you die in a burst of lead
with a needle latched onto both your p-b-s
lay in the dirt and watch you burn to death
if you keep using up all your quotes of gloom

i don’t want to be a ratchet b
but i’ll take out
my tongue with a cloak of doom
if you don’t prefer the tracks i bleed
listen to another emcee that i choke and puke

we all are different forms of dope
rhymes gonna rip make more your gout
no difference if you wore your rope
take out your heart for gore and roast

you had better learned you final lesson
music’s my life i strive for blessings
you should never go deprive my presence
or i’ll be leaking you with lines of stressing

chorus 1-
don’t say it to my face
but you give me high praise
but you just love my b-ss
are you a fan or are you a foe
you say that i’m so dope
want to take a photo
think i’m going loco
are you a fan or are you a foe

verse 2- (lucky)
i’m on a mission
simple addition
coalition the people listen
i hit em up with the ammunition

but bullets hissing
i’m what the illuminati missing
on my knees no soul to sell
in the cell that i’m wishing

upon but i’m a rut
coming for your crut crut
king get em tucked
i got your queen shook

in the kasteler
kingdom incantation with you witch brooks
and i’m walking past the guards
and they don’t even look

ya’ll move slower than mol-sses
put your flags at half m-sses
i’m k!lling you off like -ss-ssins

my trigger come blazing faster
than a roster mufasa
so holster the wigger as i eat your beef up like
your brosa

friend or a foe
getting so old so give him a rocker
call him impostor
shake him around like i’m a rocker

like what is the matter i’ve come to spit it so faster
no friend or a foe so just leave me alone
cuz you know i’ll bring it like sparta

chorus 2-

verse 3- (tier on3)
all you want to know is when my mixtape drops
like i gotta know when this sh-ts made hot
stop the questions or my switchblade pops
like i’m trapped by whacks that ticks me off

die hard fans go jack your d-ck high off
i don’t give a f-ck whether your hits made guap
some of my tracks aren’t free
doesn’t mean it’s okay for you to rip em off

suck it and give my -ss a hershey kiss
spark it up and watch your mercy flip
two towers up in a turban ship
cuz i blew up like the trade b’s with working trips

was that a hit towards the turbine cliques
distort your mind with cup of revenge slurpy chick
you more immature than miley’s twerking hips
you’re laughing cuz she’s a filthy b-tch

i got 3 d-cks zelda couldn’t try force
you are snarky when you can’t buy more
weed gave me motivation to write more
my pen is like an evil cyborg

get the knife and go into my wife’s dorm
i’m not human i’m a different life form
when i die 63 virgins and nine wh0r-s
i’m for peace but if i have to i’ll write war

i’m on her belly like she’s roughly pr-ning
your careers a crash dummy like mrs puffy boating
cash stacks off trees my moneys growing
water the tree of evil con my mud beats flowing

you should know which one you’re standing next
to on the podium tag which one your bragging reps
if your a fan welcome to my rapping sets
if your a foe get the f-ck out of my rapid breaths

chorus 3-

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