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a-game - popcorn records diss (rough, unmixed) lyrics

[intro] (bird)
you guys f-cked up! hah, i’d rather overdose than listen to your sh-t!
you guys f-cked! up!
f-ckin’ pop a couple pills (uh oh)
uh oh! zoo crew (sh-t’s about to get real)
now who the f-ck is “popcorn”?!
i don’t really know, let me read all this sh-t
t3worm? t3zone? smokey-j? smokey the bear
whoever the f-ck you guys are!
you f-cked with the wrong crew
well? we don’t really give a f-ck (nada)
zoo crew, swoozoo

[verse 1] (bird)
first off, you f-cked up f-ckin’ with us, freestyle? i call bluff
i bet you typed it on your ipod touch while you were smokin’ a blunt
in the 941, though you say “f-ck it” are you dumb? (yes)
you gotta earn respect where you from…
roger that! t-rice has a gat, but he’d rather hit you with a bat
you claim to be a blood? then come fight me don’t write a rap
don’t be h-lla stupid, i do this sh-t so fluent
you mothaf-ckas mad, you can’t repeat what i’m doing
you claim to be this far, i just got a phone call
from the local weedman he told me that i’m too gone
to buy another sack, i told’em that i would
as soon as popcorn stops writing raps
you phony -ss b-tches i’m too mean, i’m so vicious
if you hate me that much, then put me on a hitlist
f-ck it, i’m done – you ain’t worth my time
i’d rather get some c0ke and snort a couple lines!

[bridge] (bird & putter)
ha! straight up, f-ck y’all
this sh-t ain’t nothin’!
you ain’t f-ckin’ with the zoo crew!
crazy mothaf-ckas
skrewz loose!
sippin’ on brew
smokin’ blunts
gettin’ high
we drink and drive
we do it all the time! bird!
i got cottonmouth like a motherf-cker
n-ggas, zoo crew!
mothaf-ckas just a lie, we speak the truth! z.c.!

[verse 2] (putter)
i thought you said you were gonna bring it? what can we expect from a bunch of beginners
i eat popcorn record rappers at the movie theater, did you hear
these p-ssies talkin’ sh-t about the zoo crew, f-ck with us leave you black and blue
we way past you wack fools, my stacks huge make you cats drool! (b-tch!)
claimin’ y’all some bloods? that sh-t don’t make you tough
i’ll fight you popcorn p-ssies, guaranteed i’ll beat you up (i’ll beat you up!)
what’s up? we can meet wherever the f-ck you want
we either skateboarding, smoking blunts, or gettin’ drunk
you might as well quit rappin’, y’all fake bloods quit actin’
zoo crew takin’ action, have you hurtin’ not rappin’
messin with the wrong people, it happens…ha! zoo crew!!
yeah this, this the part of the track, where f-ckin’
“popcorn records” they realize “oh sh-t, zoo crew’s way better than us, f-ck! oh, and they can beat our -ss, sh-t! what are we gonna do, bruh!?”

[bridge] (putter, lil g, and a-game)
ha, f-ck with it, zoo crew
you know it! we way past y’all man, catch up
f-ck with us man, zoo crew!
y’all garbage man
it’s been a while!
a-game on the intro
yeah, f-ck outta here
f-ck you, gibby!
lil g!

[verse 3] (lil g)
we zoo crew, so who are you? popcorn records what a boo
you got boys? i got a few, you step to me you’ll find a clue
you should’ve avoided the issue now they all need some tissue
crying, but i know in their hearts they probably won’t even miss you!
all y’all should peep this, i’ll share my little secret
the only time i hear popcorn is when it’s sittin’ on a sk!llet
now you on a hitlist, i hit the brain, you clueless
walkin’ around, everybody asking like “who this?”
told y’all, y’all done f-cked up, y’all crew don’t come close to us
y’all can’t rap so shut up, don’t be a b-tch so buck up
this ain’t a game no luck up, you’re on your knees so suck up
i’ll fart in front of you with my middle finger standing straight up
i’ll just make this the end, like lil g you did it again
you always lose, i always win like sippin on water and the gin
you don’t want it, so don’t begin, i’ll keep breaking up all these sins
y’all think you straight? you f-ggot b-tches all you mothaf-ckas start to bend

[bridge] (a-game)
alright, time to hurt some feelings!
normally i don’t diss, but i don’t like these kids
f-ck them! it’s a-game

[verse 4] (a-game)
did you record those songs in a tincan? y’all got no heart like the tinman
you popcorn kids are sh-t man, your songs suck more than quicksand
you think you’re better? you’re trippin’ you can’t match up what i’m spittin’
so the rest of the verse i made into a letter i have written
dear smoky-j, you’re like 10 years old go back to watching blue’s clues
you don’t know sh-t about the suu woo, so don’t try that sh-t with the zoo crew
and what’s up with that flow? man you soundin really cheesy
go get your own style, kid you sound too much like weezy!
be easy, get off the mic, cause your flow could never beat me!
you bit off more than you could chew when dissin’ all the z.c.!
dear t3zone, you’re monotone, you never go hard you go home
you claim you hate police, when your own father’s in the po-po?!
i should get up on that dougie beat and teach you how to rap
that’s a fact, you? versus me? guaranteed i’m handing you your -ss
it’s astonishing and honest man, you’ll never match my accomplishments
your rap career will always be your favorite group: anonymous!

[bridge] (d.ship)
y’all bunch of lame -ss mothaf-ckin’
fake! phony, mothaf-ckas
suck on my d-ck, b-tch!
matter of fact, how about you get off that mothaf-cka?
hahahaha! this is zoo crew. z.c. swoozoo
y’all some pipsqueeks!
swoozoo!

[verse 5] (d.ship)
who it is, boys it’s the d.ship
take your b-tch, hit a l!ck and make her p-ssy wet
she seasick we too sick, y’all ridiculous
our flows are magnificent, we’ll break you like a toothpick!
f-ck around and be toothless my cl!ck is so ruthless
boy you ain’t gon’ do sh-t, just run y’all mouth, y’all stupid
gip me on $150, cause you ain’t got no money?
you claim you a blood, but ain’t your dad a piggy?
throwing up the z, and then the c
the z is for your endless dreams and the c is for my team
we rippin’ up tracks, just to make y’all look dumb
watch it crumble, y’all can have the f-ckin’ crumbs
y’all claim that you got guns? my squad tote h-lla drums
nines, and double barreled shotguns (yeah!)
but if you point at me, you better shoot son!
we poppin more than popcorn, man i’m f-ckin done!

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