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bigantdog (raps) - yonkers* lyrics

[verse 1]
feelin’ like a f+ckin’ murder with the if that was a week it was a shmurda
comin’ after you p+ssyholes:
doja cat, master pain, and these new sh+tty individuals
was that physical harm to you or some sh+t or some lyrical tear tones
i can be horror you just talk s+x
now these new miracles wanna hop on like it’s the spirituals (uh)
these hypocriticals wanna sue me like i did somethin’ wrong
wait do i do a f+ckin’ columbine like it’s was a dollar time (yeah)
in a lawsuit now it’s was a shoot for you or a response this is the big response
feel like f+ckin’ nas right now
but was that nonce try to touch the girl, who?
rueben the f+ckin’ racist the spastic try to attack with
with yo’ mum try sue me next or i sue you
roll in peace; kodak black
the sue master; doja cat (b+tch)
now i stay woker sat down writin’ the spoker now the rat is here
now they heart+broker not in the disses (four f+ckin’ hours later)
now i’m by the flockers with the goats followin’ biggie and ‘pac

[verse 2]
these b+tches+these b+tches (snitches)
puttin’ me in the lawsuit then i put you in the ditches (uh)
i’m turnin’ into a f+ckin’ glitch like yo’ girl have a witch nose
if you mess with me i would leave you like a f+ckin’ flitch of the bacon
leave the sky pitch black with the smack talkin’ wack
i don’t f+ck wit’ yo’ music doja cat so i give you the massive f+ck you
now stab rueben in the f+ckin’ heart left his wounds cut open yeah that a threat
he think it’s f+ckin’ smart to f+ck wit’ the big boy well that meth was f+ckin’ sound
when is the round where you die it’s f+ckin’ now you f+ckin’ fat c+nt
thagodrunt you a f+ckin’ b+tch my g
you said the n word like you mean’t it
blame it on me on yo’ old friend betray me too
i hope you die tonight with a heart f+ckin’ problem (beep)
and i hope yo’ brain shut off like a f+ckin’ pc shuttin’ off b+tch
puttin’ me off the vibe like it cuttin’ you off
now yo’ mum is suckin’ me off now b+tch
now i f+ckin’ f+cked her ass (ahh)
you better shut the f+ck up you fake yo’ suicidal
now doja cat is doin’ s+x threats to people on a f+ckin’ song
(i don’t give a f+ck come at me like it a f+ckin’ threat)
then i do death threats to rueben

[verse 3]
b+tch f+ck off
all of you or i’ll stab you in the heart and yo’ heart come out wit’ blood
i will k!ll everyone in the yo’ hood well the line was good
could you even write a song rueben if you that jealous you fat mothaf+cka’
yeah now i’m f+ckin’ done you fat c+nt f+ck you rueben i hope you throw up blood
and die off it too f+ck off

[outro]
i’m a f+ckin’ young devil at these f+ckin’ diss track dissed everyone i target
“skies” january 1st

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