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az izz - pall buryer lyrics

i do this sh+t make it look effortlessly em shaking in his boots epilepsy he’s grimy they hating he could never test me i heard they slanging izz dead f+ck you and pepsi. you and ya bestie forever zesty could never press me like s+xy red you be like get it s+xy i kick chit like cats and messi make it messy

who gone check me not femininezy he’s a d+ck suckin f+ggot him n zee he’s a pansy

i chef chit up like ramsey em a get cut open and cooked like canned meat everyday of the d+mn week you be swinging on vines like a chimpanzee. i done turned up the d+mn heat i’m the one you can’t beat

i move with the wolves i am part of the right pack leave parked parking lot pimpin in the park with ya white hat. you type wack never be elvis greedy n selfish been jockin my swag shakin ya pelvis no respect for your elders i’m a legend like zelda dope as griselda boasty idris elba

i’m like aloha fools tune in or get tuned out ya know i’m smooth it’s izz flows so d+mn rude like shannon briggs i’ll eat right off ya plate in front of you till it no d+mn food n+gga. you n ya kid fake chit she do for cl!ckbait d+ck her down she couldn’t sit straight on our 5 date buss all on that b+tch stomach n in that b+tch face said she wanna see me coming here i come d+ck face

halie you’re no deanglo bailey you’re no longer a kid you’re a full blown lady i could dance for you ass naked daily like deanglo b+tch trust you gone have a r+t+rded babe

em ya style i fathered it yeah i thought of it all of it with me b+tch you’d be fatherless you’re just a novelist it’s quite obvious you n paul belong in a pit that’s bottomless. i made it out the mud rhinoceros you better than me quite preposterous you a goat herder not a goat that’s blasphemous my hypothesis not stopping till i’m prosperous you a proper b+tch won’t stand up like a man and take a proper p+ss we’re the opposite

you n joyce suck d+ck alike i burn bridges quick to strike pick a fight i’m you b+tches kryptonite it’s my turna whip this b+tch like mr ike go make me a burger with cheese don’t forget the fries sweetie ima call you misses pies kdot doing burpee’s while you suckin on a slurpy triple size

step to a god quit picking on the little guys me n my style’s more electrifying nicolay or nicola testla stretch ya echascath ya you a predator a f+cking child molesta f you paul and ya investor this a slaughter like netfa do this chit for my my sector my brothers keeper n protector i’m hannibal lecter mechanical vector plan to infect ya, you gone die b+tch whenever i catch ya. the don izz back hater try again this stanuary 20th shady retiring don’t be mad mickey d’s is hiring now get the f out my house b+tch you’re fired then

you came from the d to the bricks in 96 to clout chase taking up house sp+ce stealing out tapes just to study my style and do an about face how fake

you got your mouth raped head strong diddy took you shopping left you pretty chitty in red tongs took ya publishing for ya verse on dead wrong

since then you been dry snitching in ya fed songs hey puff em’s the one who put the feds on he should be dead gone buried next to his dead mom you a satanist red rum i’ma keep bombing on this b+tch like vietnam

we ain’t land on plymouth rock plymouth rock landed on us. we was busy doing acid shrooms and dust mentally unstable white kids was in tuned with us
em you the plant quantico sent to ruin us. after 25 racist tapes zeno exposed you, you faker than tofu faking as vocals wasn’t for stealing my style you still a be local i’m the one gotta go through you krylin b+tch i’m goku

n+ggas did everything to help you win you left n+ggas for dead who helped in hip hop for that i’ll forever insult ya. yous a culture vulture i am kool as keith magnetic ultra

you signed 50 he became steven from django he only go against n+ggas he’s a sambo all it took was a mill n a lambo to turn that n+gga to a n+z+ that was the plan tho

from wetlands to lyricist lounge red n meth tour this bigot was down. i shouldn’t a let you stay around, it’s my fault, i ain’t know this cracker was a racist clown

you recently told us you were devil u was, b+tch you sh+tted on dj head n fuzz scooter ya rap partner and producer. you ain’t help none of ya day ones you’s a loser ungrateful biggot hateful midget g+y bul lizard go figure who hate on dope n+ggas hey

dj head ain’t get paid for none of the beats he made dj b+tter it ain’t get paid for none of the beats he made. you tried to k!ll b+tter he was afraid if i was him i woulda paid a transformer to give you aids. since you n paul ain’t get him it wasn’t a win so you planned to committed the ultimate sin you put a play together k!lled both his twins i’m soaking it in this where this real hate for you begins. then royce tried to sacrifice boom 2 geez poisoned his drink left him on wounded knees but god was with him you failed miserably b+tch cause that day the grim reaper couldn’t get him

these the rappers you fools worship n praise they made a deal with satan to hurt n enslave good people from the cradle to the grave just to get laid paid n a lil famous so, you n ya chit stains could eat an infected +n+s

em ain’t like that royce ain’t like that bizzare ain’t that all they got punched on n ain’t never fight back. until the playing field is leveled it’ll always be white black y’all thought i was done like the empire strike back

proof wrote stan n owned d12’s publishing plus he had the streets you knew you couldn’t f with him. he was your sacrificial lamb you made him a middle man got rid of him cuz he won’t go along with ya little plan

i want the smoke f being the bigger man

i been peeped the game plan you da derange stan he wrote about he wasn’t tryn be part of no g+y band hopping out the grey van in a mask n some ray banz spray stans make chit darker than u getting a spray tan. mr porter made his life shorter n+gga got caught f+cking his wife’s daughter that’s nasty they shoulda white been chalk ya for being creepy n the black night stalker my hearts cold as italian ice in ice water i’m the black jon snow k!llin white walkers

ya flow been ass like hindquarters i’m 2 50 one bob plus 9 quarters dangerous like barrington levi n blind corners

you turned your back on the mountain climbers a few good muslims extraordinary rhymers
bizzare went to sleep thought he took a power nap that boi ain’t been the same since he took off his shower cap. ima put you back to sleep with a f+cking power slap kid you a sour patch you be where the cowards at

em tried to play jesus the devil a lie said he had 12 disciples better than mines but 6 is not a dozen that chit was never gone fly ima h+lla of guy clever n wise severing ties bet i survived like tom cruise in vanilla sky this ass whopping will be streamed n televised. ima let ya mellon fly yelling die your defense line made up of a bunch of geeks with terrible raps n their punches weak bunch a hoes like nene leaks i’m from the streets i call them baby b+tches they bunz n sweet

youtube rapper reactors diss n react to rappers that diss you they get dissed they don’t wanna react to rappers

youtube is rigged n so is ig you n pauly paid (evolve) them off why would he try me. it’s ironic you bit aubrey n aubrey dethroned you we own you your style extinct like a phone booth. the day you sent that witch to me you made me ciyah she burned 1st that n+gga house down she gave me fire. so whatever i feel n my heart desire it’s murder she wrote like shaka demi’s n pliars since you ain’t write stan or lose yourself you gone lose your wealth till you prove yourself. only a buffon would help you softer than tuna melt caveman learn how to groom yourself

i’m phenomenal you ass i’m astronomical you shoulda named ya last album coke head chronicles

cuz if i did a line or two i could switch speed like a six speed we could mix like mixed breed mislead kids to sniff fish feed with miss reid it’s creed hits weed make this b+tch bleed throwing up big b’s welcome to the big league. you n+ggas a bunch clayton bigsby

plus y’all beyond g+y

i don’t need no bombay

i be high like beyonce you’ll get k!lled like pompae on a calm day talking out the side of ya face like conway

i’m the new pac you got served like an entire from the bricks you scare of shakur like gavante

i go hard in the paint ima god n a saint you a fraud ima quaint you gone file a complaint i am what i am i am who you ain’t. i was sent to destroy you, little boy you, annoy you and whoever employed you fake and disloyal like crab i boil you

you it’s a wrap aluminum foil. like ozempic ima fat burner we shoulda put you on the back burner enslaved you made black earner b+tch ya people ate nat turner

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