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consey – kill on sight (killshot remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro]

jesus… can’t believe you ruined the k!llshot beat…
man you suck
um….. okay

[verse]

your mother just hit me on a text
after i f-ck your sister, i told her your p-ssies next
made a remix of k!llshot but sounded like rap devil
but fronting like you’re the best, clearly you ain’t a threat
spent more time on the cover photo than the song itself
just to tell you that i ain’t busting a sweat
i can tell you always hated me
yet you follow my steps
you’re a sheep, who thinks that any sentence is deep
made a fake account and dated yourself for weeks
you creep, throwing shots but every bar is weak
you think about your sister and nut yourself in your sleep
you’re a cheaper me, less talent and no cheddar
i’m from england, so this rain (reign) will never let up
remember every letter, g o a t, i’m better
you must be r-t-rded to consider as a contender
every collab, my bars carried your fat -ss to views
i outshine you at every moment, you know its the truth
when it comes to using our pens, you know it is the end
you’ve basically k!lled your career, hand me the noose
this is suicide, dissing me is either do or die
thats pretty dumb, clearly your lacking a human mind
its really easy to dispute your lines
i’m the real cervix snapper, just watch the way i abuse your spine
never rebuke my rise, little boy, your so cute with rhymes
it takes you years to compute my lines
they fly over your head quicker than wind
every single album you made is up in the bin
i son you all the time, you pretty much are my kin
you cut me out of your life, how will you ever win
i did everything for you, taught you how to master
taught you how to rap, taught you how to rap faster
taught you ways to battle, but clearly you never learned
cause when you fire shots, the f-cking bullets curve
it was a remix of k!llshot, because you missed
don’t worry baby, daddies got the milk, i know you’re p-ssed
just shut the f-ck up, put the dummy in your mouth
i’m soon to be king of the globe, you ain’t even queen of the south
caught you in my trap, i can hear you squeal like a mouse
i’ll make your body roll just like the wheel of a mouse
this mother f-cker loves to f-ck with me
until he realises he needs my company
otherwise he ain’t sh-t so he runs to me
apologies for trying to come for me
“consey please comfort me”
shut the f-ck up, you’re a f-cking weasel
thinking bringing up a dead girl would be f-cking lethal
just proves that your f-cking evil, f-ck being f-cking peaceful
these are death sentences, p-ss me a f-cking needle
i got this boy on the ropes, you don’t move with the goats
you move with the sheep, i got you stuck in the scope
caught you with a quote, now you’re down and out
chubby f-cking tw-t, stop trying to clown around
you won’t go pound for pound or round for round
you got pounds on pounds, just hang around for clout
look at this american, he’s certainly got the body shape
my view count probably equates to your whole body weight
i could wreck you lyrically, i don’t even need a coffee break
i practically sonned you, i hope that you’ve been potty trained
cause i caught all the sh-t you dropped, baby with a diaper
this ain’t a f-cking battle, its a baby against a sniper
this a k!ll shot, got my quill locked, loaded
bloated mother f-cker knows he will rot
noted, everything he jots, just posted
invites to the funeral, cause he will flop
notice, i ain’t even fully focussed
and i could k!ll you in a minute b-tch
even with a written kid, little hypocrite
homie my bars are intricate, like a pyramid
i can see your spirit lift, with my lyrics
i know you’re fearing this, inferior to fearlessness
you’re weak, always dissing me, tongue in cheek
leave you underneath, thats the price when you come at me
can’t flow, basic bars, thats a career summary
no revival from this, curtain call, no recovery….

- consey

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