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adot - meet the pascs lyrics

[verse 1]
dear matt
i’m sorry the cupboards always empty your brother fat
matter of fact he more like a sister, prolly wear a g strap
so if you ever need a real brother, i can help you with your math
the lies that boy spews don’t add up, he mr. cap
don’t drink like your brother, crawl in a bottle, end up all alone
it must run in the family cus’ he look like he got fetal alcohol syndrome
brother off to tampa, sitting on the southeastern tip
so let me teach you this, never bow to another man, that’s what freedom is
never get with 4s just cause you felt a connection
red or yellow, don’t hate another man cause of their complexion
please don’t ever let an albanian b+tch you into submission
stop gobbling all that meat and get the f+ck out the kitchen
take ap gov learn to be a law abiding citizen
your brother was never right with that, so if he not in the pen, i hope he listenin’
don’t lose touch with who you are, remember it, there’s a benefit
cuz even if you lose a couple pounds, you and the fat kid not separate
you get too comfortable and he’ll come back greater than before
when you make a life changing choice, don’t do it off an ap score
what’s on the out is still within just like a pea’s core
don’t let another man call you kitten or you’ll be ab’s wh0re
never hate on someone just cause they ain’t let you in
be honorable to all your colleagues like my boy tehquin
don’t always trust your kin, don’t give a f+ck what they think
take it from your brother he a f+ggot with his nails pink
[verse 2]
dear mary b
i’m bout to make this kid my son, no billie jean
let me just say i like how your coochie sound like mac n cheese
your son don’t really care about his kraft, know what i mean
b+tch why’d you bring about this baby birth? there’s always a plan b
dear robert, you gave birth to a d+mn public enemy
if your son driving you know he off the hennessey
for your own sake you oughta teach him some integrity
or sadly, regrettably
that boy gon’ die in the car like j f kennedy
ancient wisdom, if your son likes to look at another mans r+ct+m
its up to you to correct him, send him to a center for f+ggot correction
b+tch ass dog, tell your son to find god, prolly find him and reject him
i am a h0m+phobe, so it scares me when your son sees a man and needs to hide his d+mn erection
sorry robert that you had to catch a stray, an interception
but on the contrary, you and mary should’ve never strayed from contraception
next time f+ck the slime we dueling with smith and wesson
robert please try to teach your son when to throw in f+ckin the towel
he too chicken to face me like a man, that’s fowl
westhill like yellowstone cuz we got predators like him lurkin’
always lookin at men’s b+ttholes and that virgin prolly jerkin
your child mad childish his bars sound like p++p toilet d+ld+
i can circumcise myself down to his level though, his meat emo
let me be transparent, i translated your bank account wit a wire transfer
why your son always wearing bras are you confident of his gender
this tranny has no nuts, i’m starting to think its november
the family matter’s bob, and your son used to be a good kid
mad sh+tty, if he locked up soon, i ain’t call it (khaled), god did
why you staring at my ass, you’re an odd kid
ayy, ab, keep the family away, hey, jesse, keep the family away
joe sins then methodically sings hymns, keep the family away
ima go out on a whim and let the massacre begin, keep the family away
joe, ima go in for the k!ll just for a slap on the wrist, keep the family safe
[verse 3]
dear joseph
to k!ll you, i’d feel no remorse, and you know this
i’m not gonna sugarcoat it, mink already told you, with the girls your hopeless
your mom is one rough ride, i’m holdin’ on by both tits
it might interest you to know why i took your credit card
you been feeling to hot, had to check your temperature
all you have are simple similes, use a metaphor
joe you gotta up the score, at a party in darien and i know that you met a four
you should die right now joe, but i am not yourrage
thought you had a freebie with phoebe but she is not your age
i thought that you had b+tches but it was justan optical illusion
f+ck you, you virg’, the only hope for you is prostitution
mary give me brain feel like a seizure
f+g you got amnesia, i dont care if you a girl, i’m a wife beata’
joe my track might scar you but i’m going for the victory royale
i been sh+ttin on you joe, your turning brown, no vishal
you got more hits than me, but only on paper
i’m chris brown, you sh+ttin me, i’ll hit mary beth then f+ckin rape her
ask your tailor to put on a blue collar, the only job for you is manual labor
beer belly so big that it prolly borders the whole f+ckin equator
joe your always russian in your songs, slow it down, try and refrain
youd prolly start eating the bullets if you were out in ukraine
f+ggot joe, i know you like g+y p+rn prolly got a whole terabyte
always staring at my clenched ass, joe go swallow your pride
meet the pascs
[verse 4]
dear lucy
im sorry joe could never come to appreciate your inner beauty
i can’t understand why he left you, i mean truly
maybe he thinks all white darien b+tches have the same face
to him, the blacker the berry, the sweeter and better that it taste
off to michigan now, so i hope that you can find some better people
personally, i think he should’ve keeped you, imagine that, joseph calvillo
you see joe, the way you treat people makes you end up alone
alienated by everyone you loved, e.t. phone home
you got speeding problems, drinking problems, d+ck suckin and f+ggot problems
being a fat, f+ggoty, fatass
self control problems, i think you gotta eat less processed food
take it from a real jew, what you eats not kosher, its not good for you
nothing but ab’s plaything, joe your such a f+ggot its actually amazing
your bars are lyrical trash, i suggest you use alliteration
go slide for your boy pat, he’s only a little asian
better get your white flag wavin
fat ass d+ck sucker, go ask kon for a pb and smuckers
anyone can catch a shot so you gotta duck for some cover
ayy gjergj you a virg, hope you get aids and you never recover
mark my words alex tell ilherz ima drink from her udder
i’m a body shamer, joe you need to get a personal trainer
jew don’t know me joe, i’ll start ww2 like an austrian painter
tried catfishing me with juliana wilson, that’s still my biggest grievance
why believe you? you never gave us nothin to believe in
cause you lied about juliana wilson, you lied about the orange justice
you lied about not being fat and your past, man i’m disgusted
you lied to all of your friends, you lied to all your women
you lied to jesse about going on a two man mission
you lied right to the twins, you lied in the school gym
you lied right in court, just so you could take home the win
you lied about the best rap artist in all westhill
f+ck a rap battle, joe i just want you to k!ll yourself

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