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kirk – gnat (remix) كلمات اغاني

(coughs)

they say these bars are like covid, you get em right off the bat
these sh_ts will rupture your noggin, just like a sinus attack
b_tches be tryna come at me, why would you try to do that
b_tch you get eviscerated, before you even try to react

i’m back with the sh_ts, hoe
bar_strapped, lyric gat to your temple
when i snap it is not accidental, like a strap on the f_ckin back of your ripped clothes
motherf_ck a rarri, get a ‘lac or a benzo
b_tch, i spaz with the pencil
raps will go mental
wrath of a schizo
battle me, then go
laugh when the sh_t goes
back on you ten fold

when i hear that bass thump in my beyers
i’m lookin’ at you like lunch has arrived
cub to a lion, i always hunt for my tribe
puncture and prying, i’ll f_ckin’ rupture your spine
trust me, i’ll pop open my trunk and then i’ll dump you inside b_tch
get the pump, or the 9 then you can get trumped with the .45
if you never f_ckin’ with my music, b_tch bye then
god of terrors, cause hysterics and you all will perish
i’ll be at your service, i’ll appall the bearers. and i never missed, so it’s a lotta bodies, it’s a body party, better call ciara, sh_t, i’ll f_ck around and leave em’ all embarrassed, you the type to go and call a sheriff, sh_t, you all are fairies. shut up b_tch, i’m speaking i’m kamala harris

c_ckin’ these verses, and i love to see ‘em drop with each word spit
i’m so suave it’s a curse b_tch when i walk, even when i talk it’s in cursive
aye hop on kirk’s d_ck, then takeoff like kirshnik
durn it, stop the absurd sh_t
i have been cursed with the thoughts of a wordsmith

they say these bars are like zika, i got this sh_t in my blood
should probably call me john gotti, got arms on my body like they tryna give me a hug
you’ll be at the end of your rope when i pull it, so don’t make me give it a tug
b_tch it’s war, if you crossing my line, then i’m dragging you; period, b_tch i’m not giving a f_ck

she said i only want if the d_cks insane, trick, i’m hung like a picture frame
b_tch you’re done, when the pencil spray
spit them slugs when i f_ckin’ grip them thangs
where i grew up all the kids would say vicious names, made me wanna get a k, cl!ck and aim, pop another clip and bang, shoot the whole class; call it picture day

the audacity of half of these rappers
laughably wack mcs think they can clash with me and practically strain
when i’m dragged in beef, but when i’m writing disses back, i be
half asleep at applebee’s, that’s actually, naturally, why they call it a casualty, cause i be k!llin’ y’all casually

can’t stop now i’m heated
pistol to ya face b_tch, that’s how you’re greeted
you really wanna play? then bring a beat and i’ll eat it, im never leaving a crumble, each single meal is completed
never leaving til i see all you retreated
b_tch i can never be beaten, don’t ever call me conceited ‘cause you know that
bar for bar, i’m never bein’ defeated
if i ever was, i’d log in your sh_t and f_ckin’ delete it

- kirk

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