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r.j. roze - i'm lil reru 3 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: r.j]
yeah
so here we are, spittin rhymes
reru be pullin’, y’all be googlin (bing)
how to get a girlfriend
how to get her to give you f_cking head (cum)
she ain’t gonna suck it you motherf_cking b_tch
keep on f_cking crying and i’ll leave you in a ditch
i’ll beat your ass so hard, you’ll be seeing stars
i f_cked all your side hoes in your f_cking cars (honk honk!)
came on your girls tits in your red lambo
leave me the f_ck alone, you’re just a worthless rando
you got no room to hate cuz you watch hentai (onii_chan!)
i called your waifu garbage and i watched you cry
your girl took my c_ck and sucked me f_cking dry
then i took her coochiе and ate it like a curly fry
yeah thе curly fries from jack in the box
you’re so f_cking g_y you suck 30 c_cks
i ain’t a h0m_phobe, just hate your guts (i’m also a h0m_phobe)
here’s fifty dollars, go sniff some b_tts
do what i say, you p_ssy f_g (f_ggot)

[hook: r.j.]
what up stinker f_gs, it’s reru in the house
i can’t stop looking up your sister’s blouse
i’m gonna f_ck her in the ass and nut on her face
i’ll f_ck her so good that i’ll catch a case
whoa, gotta, go, on the run from the cops
i sucked their c_cks and gave em chops
i’ll slap those cuts and their asses
i’m a h0m_ without my glasses
put em back on, burn the flag
go f_ck yourself you f_cking f_g (f_ggot!)
[verse 2: r.j.]
sorry for those comments, don’t cancel me
you’ll never be what i’m gonna be (nope!)
i crashed your truck at the riot
you looking a bit chubby, get a diet
you should eat more than justin’s ass
i’ll give you the cracker pass (cracker)
eat some saltine’s while you cheat on him
while you did that, i f_cked your sis, kim (she was hot)
she was so loud, she blew my eardrums
she also blew my d_ck, oh, here it comes (nut!)
that lotion she gave you was my nut
stop spending my money on mut
f_ck ea, f_ck ea, i f_cked your mom (f_ck ea!)
i kissed your sis’s p_ssy with your lip balm
trick or treat, you smell like feet
go away or you’ll get beat, stupid b_tch, go beat your meat
dreaded month around the corner, it’s the end of october (nnn)
you won’t last a single day, when it’s over, you’ll say yay
trick or treat, you’re h_lla fat
why you such a little brat?
when yo mom gave birth to you she was like (aaaaaah!)
what the f_ck is that!?
you act like you got down syndrome
your slower than google chrome
we all know you got no girl
who would want a sausage curl?
trick or treat, you’re f_cking g_y
you’re so ugly, your parents pray
you’ll get beat for your birthday
i’m the king of the rap league
you’re the kind of rap fatigue (national rap league)
all you do is mumble rap
when you rap, n0body clap (uh_uh!)
[spoken: r.j.]
(ccdollaz boutta burn a motherf_ckin beat, b_tch)

[verse 3: yxng cc]
i’m known to blast you with glowing blasters
we reminiscing, we going backwards
i’m a lonely rapper, og rapper
call me thanos, i’m known to snap you
i’m a dog getting bone and scr_ps of food from the platter
i’m shooting a blaster
your mumble, your making a fool of yourself if your dueling a rapper
i’m the king of jungle i’m hanging on trees
like meek mill when i’m chasing a dream i’m a lion there ain’t no taming the beats
when i’m writing there ain’t no containing the heat
like inuyasha i be slayin the preist
your a servant, you can’t hang with the king

[spoken: r.j.]
ids on the mic next, let’s go

[verse 4: star oden]
yeah, ids on the d_mn mic
yeah you ain’t gettin’ no money
cuz you gettin’ f_cked by a fat dike
smokin’ on runts, told ya once
smoke a blunt, gotta mellow up (cuz)
just another track to land, talkin smack
boutta get caught, wit a back hand
makin raps, i’ve got a dream
hopin’ people clap, that’s word to luther king
walkin’ around talkin’ yo sh_t, for yo face, it do not fit. (noo)
i’m ids, he is reru, he’s talkin’ his sh_t just to heat you. (ohh)
when i tour, got people campin’ like ants
when i’m live they get hype
and they all gonna do they dance
followin’ everybody else, don’t know how they felt, claimin’ you can’t
but yous a d_mn sycophant
[verse 5: r.j.]
what up, p_ssy f_gs, f_cked your mom
came in her, now i’m gone
i’m the king of the block
if you disagree you can meet my glock
i shoved my gun in your sisters ass
then i shot it, just kidding, go touch some grass
(gibberish)
that’s what half you f_ggots sound like
i f_cked your sis on my bike

- r j roze

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