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c.o.b - diss you letters lyrics

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great
you tested my temper
now you’re gonna feel heat hotter then earths center
hit you so hard you won’t remember
switch you up mix you up change ya motha f-cking gender
leave your tissue tender
give you diss you letters
like f u
and hate mail
skins made a chainmail
if you try to stab me
i’ll scare you boo radley
sadly
the math doesn’t add up in this atticus
as sinister as the box in the attic is
grosser than the box where addicts live
ive had it kid, i’m done with the shenanigans
quit panicking, remain as still as a mannequin
meet my phantom friend, see who’s frantic then
you look a little nervous
hold you under the surface
20% for the supreme service
worthless, i’ll make sure that’s you grow to be
woefully slowly
you start to disintegrate, as i integrate
a whole new interface
i’m in her face like bragging
dragging my b-lls across her wagon
throwing flames like a dragon
i didn’t mean f-ggots
now you laggin
like bad connection
in a matter of seconds
you’ll be wrapped like protection
correction
sick as an infection in you d-ck section
quit messing
i’ll get even this evening
only fams grieving, you’re not breathing
end your o2 supply
by a knife through ya back side
through your lungs and diaphragm
so hot you call the fire man, you dying man
on life support, abort abort
you life’s cut short
i’m running courts
like pick up
weed i got pick up
throw the bodies in he pick up
quicka then a hiccup, i’m a sick pup
like rabies, scabies, stealing peoples babies
eyes black and navy, it’s all gravy
in a gray tee, pay me if you hate me
in lazy so lay me
blazing into oblivion
she got me hard, obsidian
let me see the t-tties, d-mn
i’m coming fast like minute men
i’m in her hand like palms
in her pants like pockets
bout to blow my bomb
and she lifted of my rocket
show me her moon like tropics
no semi i’m all pro
making sure you all know
i’m the baddest dude
raddest dude to put his attributes
on the avenue, wrong longitude and lat-tude
check the coordinates
here’s a civil ordinance
for boring kids
lame
loser
c.o’b.s the future



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