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b-ly & willfake – diss is me (freestyle) lyrics

[intro : willfake]
grab back, grab back
i’ma f-cking grab back
d-mn cat out of backpack
y’all shouldn’t know the fact that
fat man in black jacket who first use this flow’s wack -ss

[verse 1 : b-ly]
knocked a bird out with two rocks of words
so mark ‘em like zuckerberg
in case you ate darker c-cksucker’s dirt
motherf-cker’s hurt in a bloodsucker’s world
with a scalpel, flirts with a bunch of girls
and a cup, like nerd who searched for a mucus
turned in his f-cking thumb and earned
that i wilfully nudge his elbow and burned
the nostrils, he bawled!
i don’t mean i did strike him off the list
cause there’s still a horde of guys i have to diss
nothing more than just advice or offences
but it just puts you in fight for confession
kiswinar; and tell mario his daughter was transgender
triple genitals, jacked off in a headstand
i guess all i ever wanted is to circ-msize her v-g-n-
pardon me, i’m like a creepy-crawly
cause my bars are frickin’ pointy
rhymefully unsavoury
sharper than pencil leads of faber castell
the most impudent poem that ever happens
so call me devil b-st-rd ‘cause i’m sure that dorce gamalama’s f-ggot
now rap’s on the fritz ‘til young lex overreached
mind’s flexin’ to the beats but they don’t have s-x with the lyrics
or lexical feeds
got back from teenagers he paid for his pleasantness
“tatoos all over my chest but i never use cracks
or have addiction.”
well, i ain’t drawn in the back of my position
i actually smoke kids’ brains, eat up a dictionary
to make fun of these people
sometimes i hesitate in writing raps
cause i’m afraid that someone can’t
just understand these rhymes i say
uneducated humans
i’m the baddest thing since awkarin
hip-hop and me is relationship goals for real
talk of sins?
sorry for breaking your heart
but i’ma park my old car in your whole cranium
that’s empty! great!
and your b–bs are out of order
and feelings are intolerant
me cago en la leches
i can’t restrain this pain in my head
due to microphone in the faeces
i’m the sh-t, wait a minute, i’m the best, yes
y’all think how can i say it
i’ve murdered english
now it’s time to go spanish
then duplicate my language like dimas kanjeng’s cashes
but i can’t stand these imbecile youtubers
say f-cking nonsense
jotting down text without f-cking process
so the conclusion’s – you’re too worst
“indeed, we only have fun by spitting some real sh-t
money can be made by making them laugh
til they can’t feel the tummy!”
unfortunately, b-tches, you all are not funny!
i need a tourniquet
covered in my head, it’s in damage
by hearing corny sh-ts
spoken up by at least five little h-rny kids
and what i told if i was spokesperson
killed with no regrets
let your attorney quit
follow the rich chigga’s style
though he’s a b-tchy girl
my god, look!
gbrand’s dancin’ to ppap
even if he sings that hit
i know he still ain’t sh-t
and here i spit this rap quick
just let me be happy to sing…
he got a pen
but he ain’t apple of rap’s eye
but i don’t give a d-mn
this f-cking man
ain’t on my level
i’m high
he’s lowest of the low, friends!
[verse 2 : willfake]
next “sh-t for him” comes up
tomorrow you gotta take a sheet more
reply us and do rougher
than phiso drop from jotaro
to win from us and not get imbroglio
gonna pull iwa k’s dull d-ck with can opener, coo-coo pr-ck
cause he ain’t even rap king, lyrically poo sh-t
b-tch, i even record this when i got sprue
what’s in store for you if my mouth’s true?
tell these korean rappers to retire
for your dang bad flow as tire
got flatter than dodit’s face
white -sses f-cked for this case!

[verse 3 : b-ly]
must’ve been german measles
cause here’s a sermon, listen
n-z- gramatically wrong
melodramatic song
talkin’ ‘bout grammar? you suck!
arap, the handsome gamer? still f-cking suck!
am i anatomist?
cause 90% of me is
water, that’s why my flow’s wet
wipol in my mind, you’ll fall if you walk on mine
and die in a blink of an eye
if you try to leave behind
diss is me! (mother–)

[verse 3 : willfake]
beginnin’ as a finicky picaninny
cause i don’t rap very long
fumblin’ since desiigner gave this sign off of hip hop trouble
i’ma push his teeth in with a big dustblower
these dumb towsers cut the meanin’ of rap like a lawnmower
feel like me and b-ly be lyin’ on the watchtower
sight of highly b-m cowards
my bar is movin’ like when calvin harris groovin’
need collab with far east movement
makin’ godd-mn hard b-ss musics
what kind of bullsh-ts
these months i’m busy accomplishin’ stints
i come fittin’ in
won’t succ-mb p-ssin’ these
and i’m completin’ diss
fair-weathered friends call me jack ma when i rack my
brain, whack agnez mo with a magnum
until she screamed and got p-ssed off
she does nothin’ awesome after “c-ke bottle”
such a wh-r- model
fed up with fake artists spreadin’ stupid virus as moti
i’ma slap dej loaf and yo gotti with a loaf of sari roti
spray a funny hottie named anya geraldine with a bunch of betadines
these days b-tches grow more and many h-m-s
i hate it like i hate bands
my hatred for you bad men
all you do’s to dab, ain’t it?
that’s enough to represent rappers ayye
dislikin’ ty dolla $ign and fackin’ d-mn blind fetty wap’s eye
or for those who changed rap to sing
that’s beyond my fantasy
in 2016, i should’ve been fixin’ this fictional rap world
kick in to make weak rappers breakfast like weet-bix
and i think that explicit verbal didn’t deserve all
he elicits verbs of illicit birdbrain
he’s overrated like aurel hermansyah when she’s off her age and
squarrel between jakarta next governor battlin’
that’s a big deal for vinnie to produce skinnyindonesia24
an example of the wack rhymesayers that ain’t got skill anymore
me as the antidote, no travis $cott
several disses on and on, set my praise off
don’t need no many vocabs
just in case gbrand doesn’t know that
got a wadimor to choke this boy
this tightwad’s been so drake-ish
he sucks at flows and i successfully murder though
ain’t nice, describe your bad style
i give ya advice to not operate blackminds ‘fore it gets bankrupt
i get, i beat a mathers’ skill as so bad as i’m choppin’ it dope
novel beethoven and turn it up
now i’m in both heaven and h-ll
yo rappin’ also ravin’ and tell
samsung to blow up note 7 and well…
diss is me, b-tch!
put that cold water into 8ball, f-cker
in fact, cause he’s sleepless in mind
gay, don’t try to make a diss of me, uh
this boy’s got an insomnia
king of disser, fight with us til he died
let me turn this wild mutt into a shy one
with a diss track right act as lullaby
to close up his eye
to make him sleep tight
dreamin’ about yl as the office guy
we take your crown and you’re dumbfounded
you’re a grown man, grammar’s poky
b-ly & willfake’s bigger than ‘zenegger
but my saga is exaggerated as a
case of mirna and jessica
we are best speakers, attempt to mess with her?
i find herself dead in a piece of night thing tools
with her b-tt stuck in a hypnotizin’ pendulum
“i got lyrical drop on ya…”
beat you all without beat at all
i never stop to drop until google pops up my name on it
til someone comments “dope!” on it
but i think a b-tch who is named mitch from pentatonix
is frickin’ sissy tenor
ain’t a friend of life sustainer
this is our season, i don’t win to fall
body lies on the springbed, writin’ more
lyrics rain over my head
thinkin’ “give me some of that!”
who’s the worst? adila fitri, the swagger
f-ck her style, she doesn’t understand rap, girl
mockin’ is fun, but this time i’m gon’ be yawnin’
brush ‘em off too much
i am redundant
just fake love like aubrey and budden
those bullied person listen to?
use cotton bud then
did you cry in diss?
go take a paper and put the pen in it
done rhymin’ this for ten minutes
hahaha, y’all are what the caiman needs
diss is me

- b ly willfake lyrics

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