Відео

I dissed somebody who said the n word, but i think i went toooo far

Creepy ahh vibes

I love this instrumental. You can just hear the "you really fucked up" in it

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Isn’t that weird That i can sing this without lyrics? XD

Mgk dead because of this beat

I just came back to this a fat ginger bitch using my name for a check, no wonder why she got a big neck, here’s that check I wrote on a bass pro cap, hollows tipsy like a reindeer oh dear u think Igaf how much u get pay for a year yeah u got the nerve to snitch just so u get put in yo ditch. Say u gotta equip with them mouse ears I’m really sorry u want me to get expelled ur income lower than a baby sitter u ain’t made no list to no bands or a raise up u boutta really blow they be putting yo name next to Dooley u gone be the last teacher talking bout me vail in my veins ur daughter sickness ur bank wishes it was in buisness ur a coward for a big band how u talking shit and u a tooth fairy ginger electric chair bone marrow gunner out her in a gun barrel say she want to fight she gon get the slap matter talking all this what matter she gon be 6 feet deep like a bone arrow mrs arthur they gon be repoing your name like Saran u a biggie Hœ ain’t no really tho they be running checks in your bank but won’t find they gon putting u next to mr Dooley like the last teacher saying shit in advanced alien racks.

TF U MEAN ITS NOT PERFECT??? I THOUGHT U JUST- nvm, i have no words

Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

Sent email

Just consider this an open invitation For anybody who thinks that they cold enough to replace me My shit's doper than cocaine in the 80’s I'm a sick fuck, snatchin' your gold chain just to hang you Throw the propane on the flames ’til it go bang cause I hate you Then I light a couple candles and go pray you don't make it They say I got a big ego, it's so strange and inflated I'm an asshole when I'm drunk, drinkin' Jose on vacation I might remix every beat cause I don't pay, I just take 'em All these rappers suckin’ dick now, hopin’ to make 'em famous But sorry it’s not contagious, record in your fucking basement You adorable, but please stop toyin' with my patience Like whatcha gonna do when it's do or die, dawg? Blood diamonds on my wrist, that's a suicide watch I’ll be pullin' right up on you like an Uber driver And I'll murder you right where you stand with a suit and tie on Take your wallet, iPod and your shoes and drive off Got a crew of die hards, and they'll shoot if I bark Got an AK-47 on the hood of my car Goin' blocka-blocka-blocka till it's blood on my tires This song's really just for whom it concerns I'm out here killin' everybody like that movie "The Purge" I'm crude and absurd, these dudes are in the mood to get Merked 'Cause if you're fuckin' with me then your must be stupid for sure I'm the teacher motherfucker, today you gonna learn They want smoke while I'm a hookah That means you could get burned They just reaching for the clout like "Who wanna work?" It's pretty sad what these dudes are prolly do for a verse I got heavy artillery if you literally thinkin' that you could even compare to me, then you trippin', mothafuka I make friends with my enemies, get 'em drunk off a hennessey And then when they least expect it, I'ma kill 'em, mufucka

This was originally for giggs

Colder than cold !!

the fucking bass is insane, i dont understand how you say its not perfect, its the exact same beat

[Intro] You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuckin' beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard (You want smoke) We doin' this once You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird Why you yell at the mic? (Illa) Noah Kahan 'Forever' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified  Noah Kahan 'Forever' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse] Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, Dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man-bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who Wit' your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")-ow, Kelly, ooh But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29, I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you (Woo!) Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (Brrt) Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (Hold up) Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material …Dictionary… "Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you 'Til I'm hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddie, go play Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay, so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino-die, motherfucker! Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (Yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (The fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (Pop) It's your moment This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort But if I was three-foot-eleven, you'd look up to me And for the record, you would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This motherfuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's outta ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it? Kells, attempt fails! Budden, L's! Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' wack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune So let's talk about it (Let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it Before we can even talk about it (Talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it [Outro] You fuckin'-, oh And I'm just playin', Diddy You know I love you

Imagine this 2 feens in a t broken dreams and an old TV rock after rock batches get gone and hitting em shots then twist my greens nah my g this aint no dawg chasing the Prof took couple losses but you cant be boss with no losses weird energy I just block it rinse out the pack in my pocket crack in the pot just heat it up and then lock it break in your trap see what you got in stock if its valuable then ill rob it shit you bragged we never talked beefing me first learn how to walk cuh we need to have that talk break in your house sneak the window if I can't pick the lock put money on the side for a wap so I be outside on your block when your in bed nothing more then one pop 5 shots head shot dead shot now it's gone back my bros right or wrong my rambo blade prolly prolly slice king Kong whos at the door ding dong told bro check the peep hole its blury but there's definitely people stressed cuh I'm serving like Andy murry told bro hide the needles cuh there gonna look for anything that's illegal.

Can i use this for my rap! Any copyright issue bro?

Não chore ao ouvir que eu to sabendo oq voce tava fazendo lá pelo verão passado eu bem que avisei não mexa com quem ta quieto a culpa é sua por não ter me escutado mas vou te dar porrada com respeito igual um pai agride o filho achando fazer direito toma esse cacete educativo então cuzão, que esse killshot aqui eu quero ver matar no peito então corre chorar nos lá nos seus storys ou vem falar na minha frente, a lembrei, ce não é sujeito homem e quando a treta sair do twitter e tiver na sua rua já é certo que se esconde, tipo, esse sujeito some o calma que dono da gravadora que abre as portas pra tu já ta avisado que marcamos um funeral mas ce bem que é trabalhoso, pra dificultar meu trampo tive que achar um caixão em tamanho especial e isso nunca foi gordofobia, afinal o meu problema contigo vai bem alem de ce ser gordo acho que oq me irrita mais é mesmo a porra de um mamute ainda ser um peso morto descongelaram o big achabdo que era o biggie o peso é o mesmo, mas e a rima é bem dificil de ouvir quando ce lançar um track me respondendo, vou falar pro meu produtor "russô escuta isso pra mim" grande max, grande pra caralho por sinal, levei lança pq achei que era bloco de carnaval é só fanfarra e fanfarrão igual você, então mete a cara e ve oq ce pode fazer trancado no estudio fiquei sabendo que voce ta proibindo de fumar na sua seção sipa eu entendi, é que ce parece um lombo e não que alguem te confunda com defumação

É bigão, em que situações ce se meteu, foi mecher com o Russô igual na guerra os alemão perdeu Mas citar isso aqui nem a minha trajetória afinal oq ce tem de peso não tem de aula de história Mas oq eu tenho de flow ce tem de ego, e olha que eu tenho flow pra caralho Oq eu tenho de corre sipa voce tem correndo, mas era na esteira por frustração de ser o mc mais pesado Na balança, só se for, assassinei, o beat do killshot com seu sangue eu assinei Não me chama pro sumô pq nele se é sensei, mas no rap ce canta e depois fala tentei Descontando sua frustração num saco de doritos calma seu psiquiatra é a Elma Chips O mundo não tá girando em torno da sua pança mas se crescer mas um pouco vai ter uma órbita mas não hits Ce é o Sansão careca, tá sem força pra lutar mas dessa vez cachorro morto o zenon que vai chutar Então late no mic estoura o ouvido de quem ouve essa merda que já é ruim pra caralho então quem que vai reclamar Ce já disse pra sua esposa que assina uns onlyfans aqui e ali ou depois dessa ce vai ter que se explicar Licença poética é o meu caralho essa porra é tudo fato mesmo apesar de ser foda de entender e nesse beat encaixar Igual uma bala se encaixaria, na cabeça de quem você tanto defendia Não seja mal criado com os cria, os o zenon vai te contar algo que descobriu esses dia

🫡 respect

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it You fuckin', oh And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you Lyrics by Eminem.

Bucee

Intro: You sound like a bitch, bitc Your fat motherfucker Æggys back (æggys back) Uh Vai Morrer Lyrics: 1 Villum bød lig op til dans Kaldt mig for ik andet end en svans 2 Så jeg så det som en chance Til at få min revance 3 Lig ham i ambulance Slå ham i hovedet hjertet vil banke 4 Slå ham i hovedet utallige gange Tæsk der vil vanke 5 Owner dig gør dig til en fange Ingen skum i den lange Stadig ik bange 1 Fuck dig villum og alle din fucking venner Snore, simon, cj som jeg ik kender 2 Fuck alle de andre 4 crossainter 3 Intet det mangler Jeg ham som der banker 4 20 kg per balle Populær blant alle 5 med alle dem for barfod som venner Og er kendt som verdensmesteren i NNN --- 6 Rest dag hele tiden skal nå at få hvilet Knive nede i lommen hver eneste er stilet 7 Rimene de kommer bare der flere på lager Jeg dræber dig translate uh vai morrer 8 3/10 rating for nogle piger Trækker nok ned med pis i bukserne og diabetis type 4 9 Pas nu på hvor du falder Ass crack viser din baller 10 Du falder hele tiden som du glider i en banan Fuck dig din klamme vape narkoman 11 Ingen smerm ud af din diller Havde aldrig regnet med at sku smadre tour de grillbar 12 Er dig og chunkz beslægtede Så ku chunks være onkel til dig og umas barn, når nej du blev rejected 13 Nok for du ik var fræk Men godt du slog mig i hovedet for en gang skyld tog du et træk 14 Der fik du din 24 timer på top Og dagen efter var vi tilbage for du gir altid op 15 Du kaldt ham tyk nu har han det hårdt Ligesom dine mckenzie bukser på life support 16 Er de stramme var Eller Fungere de som pels på bamsefar 17 Spørg om du kommer på CBS og du skaber en scene Over du har gået 20 meter så du har så ondt i benene 18 Dejligt med finger i numsehullet Faceoff ender altid med du falder på gulvet 19 Gulvet det rummer Finger op i nummer 20 Sagde det var din sommer Det var vist nok en ommer 21 Du vinder kun fighten med kniv i begge lommer Hvad der størst chance for at taber kg eller at du cummer 22 Jeg giver dig tæv Hvad fuck laver du kigger du skævt 23 Mave er fyldig Vi alle er skyldig

The diss track was actually not too legendary, he could have replied but the fact the opponent was MGK 😓

Intro: You sound like a bitch, bitc Your fat motherfucker Æggys back (æggys back) Uh Vai Morrer Lyrics: 1 Villum bød lig op til dans Kaldt mig for ik andet end en svans 2 Så jeg så det som en chance Til at få min revance 3 Lig ham i ambulance Slå ham i hovedet hjertet vil banke 4 Slå ham i hovedet utallige gange Tæsk der vil vanke 5 Owner dig gør dig til en fange Ingen skum i den lange Stadig ik bange 1 Fuck dig villum og alle din fucking venner Snore, simon, cj som jeg ik kender 2 Fuck alle de andre 4 crossainter 3 Intet det mangler Jeg ham som der banker 4 20 kg per balle Populær blant alle 5 med alle dem for barfod som venner Og er kendt som verdensmesteren i NNN --- 6 Rest dag hele tiden skal nå at få hvilet Knive nede i lommen hver eneste er stilet 7 Rimene de kommer bare der flere på lager Jeg dræber dig translate uh vai morrer 8 3/10 rating for nogle piger Trækker nok ned med pis i bukserne og diabetis type 4 9 Pas nu på hvor du falder Ass crack viser din baller 10 Du falder hele tiden som du glider i en banan Fuck dig din klamme vape narkoman 11 Ingen smerm ud af din diller Havde aldrig regnet med at sku smadre tour de grillbar 12 Er dig og chunkz beslægtede Så ku chunks være onkel til dig og umas barn, når nej du blev rejected 13 Nok for du ik var fræk Men godt du slog mig i hovedet for en gang skyld tog du et træk 14 Der fik du din 24 timer på top Og dagen efter var vi tilbage for du gir altid op 15 Du kaldt ham tyk nu har han det hårdt Ligesom dine mckenzie bukser på life support 16 Er de stramme var Eller Fungere de som pels på bamsefar 17 Spørg om du kommer på CBS og du skaber en scene Over du har gået 20 meter så du har så ondt i benene 18 Dejligt med finger i numsehullet Faceoff ender altid med du falder på gulvet 19 Gulvet det rummer Finger op i nummer 20 Sagde det var din sommer Det var vist nok en ommer

Intro: You sound like a bitch, bitc Your fat motherfucker Æggys back (æggys back) Uh Vai Morrer Lyrics: 1 Villum bød lig op til dans Kaldt mig for ik andet end en svans 2 Så jeg så det som en chance Til at få min revance 3 Lig ham i ambulance Slå ham i hovedet hjertet vil banke 4 Slå ham i hovedet utallige gange Tæsk der vil vanke 5 Owner dig gør dig til en fange Ingen skum i den lange Stadig ik bange 1 Fuck dig villum og alle din fucking venner Snore, simon, cj som jeg ik kender 2 Fuck alle de andre 4 crossainter 3 Intet det mangler Jeg ham som der banker 4 20 kg per balle Populær blant alle 5 med alle dem for barfod som venner Og er kendt som verdensmesteren i NNN --- 6 Rest dag hele tiden skal nå at få hvilet Knive nede i lommen hver eneste er stilet 7 Rimene de kommer bare der flere på lager Jeg dræber dig translate uh vai morrer 8 3/10 rating for nogle piger Trækker nok ned med pis i bukserne og diabetis type 4 9 Pas nu på hvor du falder Ass crack viser din baller 10 Du falder hele tiden som du glider i en banan Fuck dig din klamme vape narkoman 11 Ingen smerm ud af din diller Havde aldrig regnet med at sku smadre tour de grillbar 12 Er dig og chunkz beslægtede Så ku chunks være onkel til dig og umas barn, når nej du blev rejected 13 Nok for du ik var fræk Men godt du slog mig i hovedet for en gang skyld tog du et træk 14 Der fik du din 24 timer på top Og dagen efter var vi tilbage for du gir altid op

😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 gun and fresh and hope you have a good day I like this song and I'm your biggest fan

Fire ass beat

1:33

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still

Nicely

I love this

Eminem Killshot beats is fire 😊🔥😎🤯 wow crazy

I killed dis beat🔥🔥🔥

Rhianna just sent me a text last night left hickeys on her neck Finish lyrics 👇

i thought this was the original instrumental up until i read the comments. i rapped to it just fine and the pause and go moments are all on point

even the instrumental on its own slays mgk 😂

MGK shouldn’t feel bad. At least Em did respond. Game didn’t even get that lmao 😂

Nice song

La banda sonora de las pesadillas de mgk

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it You fuckin', oh And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you

اوليفار فتح ع نفسه باب ولك انت سيلي ودمب اني أبليسه اح هلمهان ح اخليه عبره ضد شكو واحد گال شنو حسن مو خبرا ااااشيت thats sick تعال بيتش مص دك مموتك بأيد تك جي سمك هزيل لك انص. حك بوتين شيك بعبوصي احلى فيد باك النبي ادم تاب من اكل تفاحه اليوم حتاكل عيري وتبقة اله fan سو لانو انت گلت اركب القافية باراتي عدها صاليد رايمز فتعال فوگ تگول انت صفوة الله مو؟ خلي ابالك الله مايصطفي مهرجين دود ربك الزعيم خلاك هيج.. fool حتلو اسمك يمه j ماتصير cool (j cole)

I emailed you

rap god hi

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

Shcoolboy Q type beat.

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