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big kah - h-house down lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
i cop sick beats, yeah they real germy (achoo)
exquisite punchlines, yeah they real wordy
come for my house, feras i ain’t showing mercy (no none)
you getting dismissed, call this two thirty

i’m in the kitchen, cookin up kids that try dissin
you stay takin shots and im’ma make sure you stay missing
ain’t n-body call you curry, ’cause you iguodala
smcs’s lebron game 7 hit you with that blocka blocka

when i start, there is no stopping
dripping tears, no i ain’t mopping
they say cymbalta helps
so i tell you, start pill popping
these disses got you sobbing
your reviews, they still flopping
you looking like baljeet
i look like i won the lottery
“rib-bit rib-bit” you sound froggy
got you crying to your mommy
caleb, william, alex, yogi
yeah you got a snotty posse
all y’all creepy like bill cosby
germantown flow so sloppy
why your head of house lookin’ like mr. peabody

harry houdini, my rap style’s a mystery
your raps is so useless, like learning art history
i spike on ya dang, i’m caroline leng
call this solitaire, yourself you just played

blue hair students, y’all smurf ‘n
we the real ones, y’all nerf ‘n
you sweet and you dissing your own house, deserting
you a actor not a rapper, i’m pulling back the curtains

what kind of name is feras, it has no appeal
i got your head spinning and that’s a feras wheel
i’m starting feras fires, i spit flames for real
dusty rapper gettin swept away feras ismail

interlude

(leg’go)

[verse 2]
i slayed your house, its killed;
have a funeral, read the will
it says “don’t ever come for the baddest kid, his name is kahlil”
and don’t attack his house either
don’t ever ask for no feature
dead flows, dead beat, you the new grim reaper

but you say ur not a rapper
that’s like a humanities kid saying that he’s not a hacker
like duh, obviously, that’s a fact of the matter
i roasted hard, in my last bar
you getting served on a silver platter
im badder
stay p-ssed at me, empty bladder
like humanidork doing math
i’ll have you sadder than baby with no rattle
i won this battle
hit you with s-m-c-s, and yes i’m a smacker

and i am real, the rest of ya’ll sham
though, i scheme, i’ll never scam
your house couldn’t test me
even if its name was semester exam

ode to ms. minaj
fake rappers they just a mirage
cannot see compet-tion
guess they wearin camouflage

lmao this game is finished (its over)
destroyed feras in three minutes (only three?)
all your disses gettin crickets
can’t be gotten don’t you get it?

like (rib-bit rib-bit)

[outro]
oh-my-god becky look at her b-tt
oh my god becky i just cooked feras up

[trash]
(i’m sorry i gotta do this to you)

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