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blax (loop) - schooling wumbology lyrics

keep messing around, i’ll mess up the ground
a mess going ’round, cause a mess with a round
the best in the town, and none you can match this
b holding l’s, so you better go practice
i got the power, you know where the ax is
right in my hand, and my allies more axis
they get no access, they seeing blackness
surrounded by pr-cks, bro, i must be a cactus
d-mn, but let me name drop a bit
f-ck that b-tch melvin, please stop his sh-t
he the opposite, of blax, throw him in the oven
then i’ll rip his top off, and i’ll really call him m-ffin
and i’ll really get him heated, then i’ll really get to cooking
have you seen this man’s twitter? he won’t ever get a woman
i’ma really roast a rapper, he gon’ burn like he is wooden
and this boi really a clown, like he’s harley’s favorite puddin’
but i ain’t a joke, the game stay on-lock
leave him more colored, than a crayon box
and you can lay on rocks, if you think he’s the only one i’ll diss
feel like kratos, you don’t wanna, see me, p-ssed
dismissed myrrh, i’ll be frank, i’m incensed
tryna get the gold, but i’m frankly a mess
cause i’m feeling-so-radical, that i can’t think clear
hate to break-it-to-you, russell, but this ain’t your year
i’m the savior here, and your sins won’t be forgiven
called yourself the, rap wizard, but a sh-tty magician
has better tricks, up his sleeve, that you lack, it’s a shame
you can’t even count bars, somehow i am to blame?
and i couldn’t forget, the f-cking thot, for the clout
that’s craniumpk, he can’t spell what he talks about
we roast him already, so it’s not, worth, the bars
leave him looking like melv, how he’s shot, into mars
and we not superstars, we just a couple of rappers
that really think that we dapper, but missed the meaning of swagger
i’ma make a boi, bling, then i’ll shoot at a cracker
and if he needs tlc, i’ll throw him off of a ladder
and tryna stop me, ain’t possible, read it straight out the gospel
this my genesis, better exodus or i’ll get hostile
i don’t need an apostle, don’t need a peter or a paul
i’ma treat you all like john russell, punching through a wall
and i’m punching through you all, don’t think i’ve forgotten
got ciyo, going “heee” till he left in a coffin
i don’t say this sh-t often, but i’m gonna go all in
make his face green, cut him short, like a goblin
his loli might like that, his loli be taller
his loli might even suck a d-ck if i call her
but wait… i’ma leave that sh-t to ken
homie ain’t in this beef, but i’ll at him again
he‘s a furry, he likes scat, he is such an, odd fox
like this n-gga really put, his nudes, in a, drop, box
is he as bad as tanner, well i wouldn’t go that far
i’m cappin’, he’s a champ at that sh-t like dagmar
and honestly, i’d sell my soul just to k!ll a phony
even got cole like, “d-mn, just breathe slowly”
and you wouldn’t get it, less you knew, he had asthma
spitting so much heat that it turned into plasma
i don’t even hate breeton, oswin, or jings
but i’m k!lling wumbology, so they all get wings
and a halo too, this ain’t halo 2
i’m cooking all of you rappers, hot potato stew
go ahead and make a group, go ahead and clap back
this ska-douche will be waiting with his goon, jack black
the man, blax, sayin’ better hold ya neck
else i’ll eat you wit a spoon, that’s the old cyrek

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