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fadedoesmusic - lost number كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: fadedoesmusic]
evil and wicked, deceitful and twisted
ego is lifted, turn people to liquid
i’m lethal and livid, not peaceful, but rigid
learn from tecca the n9na
wreakin’ your team, i’m mean
when i get up on a beat i gotta break these schemes
sever the head of a competitor
k!ll ’em dead like a predator
breakin’ ’em into particles
puttin’ ’em in some articles
i’m gonna be k!llin’ ’em all
never gon’ fall, gimme a call
write ’til my wrists are all outta wack if i’m on a track
got my girl in the back
you dare to be steppin’ to the rarity
give ’em therapy for makin’ ’em aware of me
don’t know the code still? run ’em over like roadk!ll
“you make mountains out mole hills,” shoutin’ from my throat ’til
you realize my flow sk!ll, i’m too much like a whole pill
y’all don’t know me, i’m a digital glock with
a switch, homie, i’m so lyrical, sock it
to you phonies i spit it and block sh_t
gotta stay low_key, a midget locksmith
eat a rapper for breakfast, spit out the chain
kid is so dapper, flip amounts of pain
he don’t know his own strength
we won’t flow with dunce cone lengths
please for my love of g, grab the deaz, shoot the st__z
above these fleas a dove for you, murder gloves for me
i’ma make my getaway seein’ fade, you better pray
catch ’em with a biscuit, that’s how i get my cheddar, bae/bay
he’s a fly guy when he goes bowling
the sty on my eye stay swollen
holdin’ heavy metal like slayer
cold and steady, pencil on the player
old machete to your temple, tear layers
black for style they didn’t see me? okay
crack a smile, say i did it, oj
do i have your attention?
i think i should really mention, they don’t want it
i’ll willie lynch ’em
rappers are grilled cheese, pass the mayo
yappers never k!lled me, they’re a glass of bucyo
cheap chains, where’d he get ’em from? wal_mart
weak brains, they’re never high priced like hallmark
beat games, stare at me, i don’t look like a ball hard
deep veins, the mic can’t leave like friends that all parted
the kid got a thing outta doom
hop on the mic like “bada bing bada boom”
never seen him wearing prada bling, nada soon
short and stocky, looks like he’s thirteen
sort of c_cky and his smile ain’t worth green
keep an eye out when he’s rappin’, “aye aye, cap’n”
[verse 2: fadedoesmusic]
yeah, i’m small, but i’m swingin’ at you gargamels
where am i at? man, it’s hard to tell
hit you hard as h_ll, i got bars to sell
you’re hardly felt, unlike me, hit you to mars and well
i’ll give you scars that welt, got stars to belt
man, go garg’ on mel ‘fore i blast you with the darkend sh_lls
lynch these rappers, i make ’em flinch, geez
b_tch please, you know i’ll turn you into mince meat
pinch weed and have the blunt be at about inch three
trigger happy like i got an itch, fleas
figure stackin’ have everybody swiss cheesed
boy, i’m right behind you, you could never ditch me
sip gin and juice while i kick it with snoop
rip men and use paper to fl!ck in the coupe
slip my pen to zeus to strike quick in the booth

[voicemail outro]
hey, buddy!
you never called me back, and i just heard it’s all done now!
it’s like… you purposefully lost my number!
y’know what?
you suck!
you suck, your voice, rhyming and music sucks!
and i hate your sucky, stupid cover art!
get real, i hate you!

- fadedoesmusic

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