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adra - take a breather lyrics

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[intro: mack attack and major gains]

mack attack!
major gains!
lift the beat!
put out the weed, put out the weed…
if we didn’t diss you, you ain’t sh-t
if we did diss you, that means you ate sh-t
ha ha!
anti d-ck riders anonymous… lets go!

[hook: mack attack]

put rapping in your past, take a breather
open up to gasp, take a breather
if you’re out of gas, take a breather
take a breather, b-tch, take a breather!

you look a little blue, take a breather
your whole d-mn crew, take a breather
you know just what to do, take a breather
take a breather, b-tch, take a breather!

[verse 1: mack attack]

one look at that p-ssy looking sherlock homie
where’s his talent? please somebody show me
he talk a big game but his style is phony
and he’s a g-y f-ck, that motherf-cker waiting to blow me

this is a debate, motherf-cker, i object!
i know lil’ billy goat makes your p-n-s erect
send your b-tch a f-ckbook request and i know she’d accept
and i know all your p-ssy actors give you props except

b-tch, this is real rap, y’all are wheezy and i’m hopsin
while you’re out at the mailbox, giving each other head then
i’m back at your house, your mum is what my c-ck’s in
sherlock, i schooled you, elementary my dear watson

[hook: mack attack]

put rapping in your past, take a breather
open up to gasp, take a breather
if you’re out of gas, take a breather
take a breather, b-tch, take a breather!

[verse 2: major gains]

don’t think you’re hot sh-t rockin’ beats by dre
nah you’re not hip, bro you cheat legs day
you’re skinny, not ripped, go and eat some whey
take a trip to fell house to meet some g-y

men to get with, you don’t wanna mess with me
i don’t know what’s possessed us to be, so mean
i guess that, when i hear a rapper this wack
i just have to react, like an asthma attack

get my ventilator
serve you up like i’m a waiter
got me feeling like a hater
and i know the perpetrator

is the little billy goat
his little w-lly won’t
impress no-one and neither will that silly sh-t he wrote
drown him in my flow, will he sink or will he float?
if you think you’re sick, well i am the antidote
just take another toke

from that inhaler
you’re a joke and a failure
got some junk to mail ya’
got so many bars, like i’m a jailer
call me jack-hammer cause your mum lets me nail her

and i don’t even thank her
for letting me score
without even paying her!
i’ll take you kids to war

call me joseph kony
you’re g-y, but not a f-ggot
what up to sherlock homie
your favourite s-xual contact is a colonoscopy
your mum is on my d-ck, but she don’t even know me

you’re bent gee
like the bar i’m benching
but you ain’t got no bars like your gym was empty
you’re way too g-y for what you say to offend me
i hear that evidently

sherlock’s opposed, to deep sea drillin’
only drilling i see is when his -ss gets fillin’
with d-ck! from lil’ billin

to that lonely n-gga, i got news for you
the n-word won’t improve
your ratings or your views
you’re racially confused
you’re racist and it’s rude
those basic lines you spew
unequivocally prove
the level of inept-tude
of your f-ggy little crew

and it’s got me in the mood
to start an all-out rapping feud
and your ego’s getting bruised
i would rhyme with youse
but i’ve got standards, and no i don’t mean booze

you know that no-one else can, go this hard in nelson
so my sack is where your mouth’s on

you’re all about your race, but you just got out-run

[hook: mack attack]

you look a little blue, take a breather
your whole d-mn crew, take a breather
you know just what to do, take a breather
take a breather, b-tch, take a breather!

[verse 3: mack attack]

now, gains has got guns, and i ain’t talking bout’ gats
mack attack got puns, and all my bars are phat
yesterday i shat, and mistook it for an asthmatixx track
the only p-ssy you get, is when you’re f-cking your cat

now i swear, there’s no emcee ever better
mack attack, the mack, in a grandma sweater
my sh-t go harder than a mob vendetta
and my flows wetter than billy’s mum, when i met her

asthmatixx
faces like crack addicts
y’all b-tches losing, f-ckin’ re-ssess your tactics
i’m magic and sl!ck
you know i time-travel back quick
call up your parents and tell ’em, use prophylactics!
you act sick
but all cats know that you l!ck d-ck
you’re weird pr-cks
i’m connected, call me tantrix
you know, me and f-ggots, b-tch we just don’t mix
you think that you’re angels, but i’m the 666

i’m the mack attack, tommy g is a cheeseburger
and all the ladies say he’s a f-ckin’ sleaze, murder
mc’s like these, and if they wanna take the beef further
i’ll make them l!ck on deez, motherf-cker i’m the hamburgler

hop up into the game, and i’m an instant veteran
one hook to the face, and i be smashin’ your ventolin
scooby doo and the crew, i always be meddlin’
i’m a cure for f-ggotry, know i’m better than medicine

i take your mum out for a meal
then i’m copping a feel
sh-t starts getting real
and that’s when she gets k!lled!

but i ain’t talking ’bout with a knife or a gun
i’m talking ’bout with my 8-inch d-ck or 10-inch tounge
that’s right, ms. goat had me flung

back on the bed
then she giving me head
she don’t care that she wed
all i’m seeing is red!

… and ben oakley’s a f-ggot

[prod. liftance]

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