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copywrite - extinction lyrics

[intro]

ay, my fault man, i called you “boston baked b+tch”, i forgot you were from beverly

uh huh
uh huh
uh huh (let’s do this sh+t man)

[verse]

the f+ck’s wrong i p+ss you off? pick a spot
we can box without the gloves on
three verses? that ain’t a diss that’s a f+ckin’ love song
got a beverly mask, garbage man right at ya door
ready to bag, because that sh+t you spit was heavily trash
you cussin’, bussin’ in tears, tryin’ hard to get back
man i can diss myself harder than that
plus my buddy in bean town told me you’re studying me down
oh you wanna be me now? homie’s funny as three clowns
[?] a disgrace, first your singles try to hide his face
should be ashamed with them blurry pics; try to hide your race
hatin’ but you skatin’ on thin ice, what you figurе hater?
i’m a male figure, you’rе a male figure skater
and if i ain’t the truth, you ain’t even an internet rumor
haven’t done no homework, you don’t get no dinner yet
junior (what) you addicted to drama (me)?
i’d rather be an italian beverly stick in the d+ck to ya mama
sippin’ a beer, came here to cut this b+tch lifespan
eazy+e’s rhythm in the sh+ll of a rich white man
you’re rhythm’s off d+mn, b+tchin’ with them soft rants
sweatin’ in his palms man, he p+ssin’ in his golf pants
closed curtains, what more i gotta say to let ’em know their flow’s worthless
and that he’s got no sole purpose
keep droppin’ them frisbees man
if he sell an eight[?] his family celebrates and gets it poppin’ in disneyland
but keep talking in riddles little man
you would’ve had some dirt on me, but i ain’t shake your hand at scribble jam
ain’t no split decisions after i rip these midgets
it took you half a year, but took me sixty minutes
i find it ironic you use that wedding singer sample
given that you’ll be a wedding singer grandpa
your song’s lame, but if you want games; let’s go
it’s like vin baker versus lebron james
you ain’t ready for war
plus they ain’t make fatigues for p+ssies
how you gon’ be a seasoned rookie? (ouch)
with that anorexic chick, and you trick her with jewels
you’re name’s shamoo, i know you got picked on at school (shamoo)
i seen you battle jin and get blazed and smoked
couldn’t win so you hit him with some racist jokes
talkin’ sh+t on asian folks
[?] you’re [?] couldn’t even rip it in your dream with conan o’brian
talentless b+tch, switch the gallon of p+ss in your gris[?] bottle
say somethin’
when my mood swingin’ my fists follow
and i gotta level with homie, it ain’t that you ain’t on my level
it’s that you ain’t even on the level below me
my dawgs told me you ain’t worth effort, i agree
but i’ll diss you twice for dissin’ me, that’s just my work ethic
ain’t you ain’t troublin’ me dawg
i’d have more comp battling john cena or the w.b. fraud (huh)
a baby swings and his assh0l+ will blink
tell this assh0l+ eso that pterodactyls extinct
[outro]

“is this what you want?!”

- copywrite lyrics

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