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dispencery - stan - white on white crime (mgk diss) lyrics

wait, so hold up like a flashcard
d-mn dawg, was i copying or paying homage?
sad ’cause you taught me to rap as a d-mn toddler
can’t you understand father?
you’re mad at your own product
but listen i just wanna
use this power you gave us to change minds
entertain, inspire, empower at the same time
2pac ignited the spark (that’s right)
a flame in the brain, why?
’cause hip hop ain’t about popping pills
it’s a sk!ll, to create rhymes, requiring great lines
that finally save lives, that’s why we
“sing for these kids who don’t have a thing
except for a dream and f-cking rap magazine
who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
or for anyone who’s ever been through sh-t in they lives
sit and they cry at night” (knock, knock, knock)

yo, who the f-ck is that?
i dunno, let me check

“yo, what up? it’s kells. cleveland!”
yo, throw a beat on
ok

[verse 2 – dispencery & “machine gun kelly”]
“uh, yeah, hand me the clippers
his beard is weird” clippers?
uh, yeah. what?
and a black shevel
shevel? don’t you mean shovel?
no, i mean shevel, yeah. ummmm…
where’s the autotune at? ok…
yeah, yeah, i’m sick of them sweatsuits
and those corny hats, let’s talk about it
i’m sick of eating food, and when i see a dude
i just walk around it (kells, kells)
i’m sick of being a stick and feeling like sh-t
but i’m still kelly
so much seamen inside of my belly
and now i am feeling it swelling
d-mn, shut up you h-lla thin skeleton
you’re just an irrelevant elephant
in the room, soft as watermelon gelatin
gone off the deep end, like louise and thelma did
looking like an alien, local like a l.a.n
where is chris hansen when we need to catch a man who’s been
dangling his teeny little weenie
on the ‘gram again, no wonder mashall’s panicking
you’re gonna get hammered in
switch
keep scr-w-ng around you might be the
dumbest motherf-cker since justin bieber
or logan paul when he tried to tweet a
diss up against chris d’elia
this over-tatted, bony b-st-rd’s looking like some molten plastics
thinner than the strings of woven baskets
hopeless codeine addicts
homeless brad pitts
looking like a n-z- who would vote for fascists
dome on acid, go, go, gadget
straight into a closing casket
collecting heads like sleepy hollow
y’all don’t know me but you need to follow
eminem’s the g.o.a.t. and kelly is dope
but both will overdose
and not see tomorrow
d-mn, that’s a hard pill to swallow
i’m in the car now and i k!lled the bottle
tekashi in the trunk
lil yachty in the front
and i’m driving drunk
into the wall, bro (nooo)

[outro]
thank you, ladies and gentlemen for listening
sincerely, stan

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