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letra de killshot (remix) - topic

h-llo lilman
what a shame you’re just not at my pace
had to wake up to your ugly -ss face
on instagram/ d-mn
see i rap with so much grace
when i’m done with you there won’t even be a trace/
took your momma out on a couple dates
made it all the way to home base
talking sh-t? gonna end up as a cold case
put your -ss right above my fire place
when you die i’ll be right behind h-lls gates like, “h-llo b-tch, home awaits”
alabama , indiana, montana, it don’t matta where you move
i’m still better than ya in all 50 states
woah bro, slow down hoe
you think you’re on my level? no
you own sh-tty flow
you f-ckin parasite/ all you do is bark you don’t even bite
but i do and i got an appet-te/
outwrite you every single night little b-tch think you’re better ? not quite/ unlike yours/ my futures too bright/ i’m super duper dope/ you’re the corny white/
along with the napoleon dynamite sounding look alike/
this is your funeral not a fight/ people say “topics tight”/
how can you be a d-ck and a p-ssy at the same time?
oh sh-t! you’re a hermaphrodite/
never say my mother f-cking name b-tch i’ve been the sh-t/
how’s life being that tall d-ck? yeah i bet it’s lit/ little sh-t/ here’s where it gets tricky/ i do more psychedelics than a hippie/
but the fact you think you’re better than me is even more trippy/ get the f-ck off my d-ck/ you’ll never be this witty/ i’ll chill with dax/ c-mac can keep gibby/ i got my mountain with me and to think/
i put you under my wing and gave you benefit of the doubt/ now i know why your daddy walked out/ quit talking sh-t on what you know nothing about/ admit you’re throwing a fit cuz you want clout/
i ain’t done son i’m just getting started
how come all your songs sound like you pressed record and farted?/ if you ever believe you hold a candle to me kid you’re mentally r-t-rded/ i was k!lling sh-t in kindergarten/
you’re terribly embarr-ssing/ you and me? not a single similarity/ i listen to your music if i wanna laugh hysterically/ aye but real sh-t tho bro/ you really need some therapy/ thinking you could go toe to toe with a rarity/ the difference between me and you? well, i’m quality/ you’re quant-ty/ you never ever had a shot at me/ not even possibly/ hoe/ i’m a f-cking prodigy/ someone call hop/ i’m written in the prophecy/ kid keeps k!lling it constantly/ music is a drug and i’m f-cking addicted/ you ain’t just admit it/ in your dreams so vivid/ so quick witted/ if you thought you did this sh-t better you got it twisted/ i don’t play but i’m wicked/ someone please call the cops for this mothaf-ckon murder i’ve committed/
yes, mr.swim? please, come in! hmmm, where to begin? what brings you to the looney bin? is it/ cuz/ i get under your skin? only time you get close to mine is if i put my b-lls on your chinny, chin chin/ don’t have to pick up a pen to prove that i win/ macaulay kulkin lookin’ twin/ threaten me with a gun? son i’ll bring a chainsaw, rin riin!
i don’t hang around yes men
so cameron swim, can ya swim
in the water cuz it’s only getting hotter/ lookie kids! another wannabe/ i slaughtered thee/ honestly/ you gotta be at least this tall to bother me/ rolling comes gonna smoke your bones/ sorry sport gotta get grown/ shoulda stayed home alone/ you’re not a rapper even after you bought a microphone/ that wasn’t a diss or a sh-tty poem/ topic fan/ look like lil xan/ listen cam/ gonna diagnose you with little man syndrome/ oooh who woulda known? deep down i know you feel a lotta doubt|-/ see you shaking now you’re stressed out |-/ so quit throwing up gang signs/ like you’re fooling anyone with your lame lines/ i break spines/ you suck sh-t/ heard it through the grape vine/ you wouldn’t beat me if you wrote rhymes for 80 lifetimes/ dumb-ss ignored the warning signs/ b-tch i’m only getting bigger/ definition of a crestline critter/ aren’t you still in school?? where’s your babysitter? “f-cked your b-tch blindfold?” stupid liar/ i’m a spitter/ wonder why your souls bitter/ is it cuz i’m with your b-tch getting dome with her?/ whoo!/ what a cold winter! couldn’t touch me with k!llshot/ its f-cking march and i’m still hot/ how many whack bars you got? a lot. the day you get my spots, the day snoop dog stops smoking pot/ so come close to see we have nothing in common/ speak up b-tch i can’t hear you talking/ they compare me to hopsin/ run your mouth with not a lotta walking/ say you’ll spray? yeah okay/ you’ll be long forgotten/ boy, i know a crip plotting to put a bullet in your noggin with your mommy watchin/ if you really want to get it poppin/or your other option but you better be at least a beast at boxing/ looking like my disciple/ and i put that in the bible/ not compet-tion just a fan in denial/ feels like the second coming everybody waiting for my arrival/ how does it feel to be suicidal because of your idol, now your rival?/ this is how you k!llshot no chance of survival or revival and that’s final! oh, and one more thing, no ones clicking sh-t if it’s got your name in the t-tle/ k!ll you leave your body for the maggot
so shut your mouth you f-cking fa-

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