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don't flop - frequent thought vs mr re (frequent thought's rounds) lyrics

[round 1: frequent thought]
your girl stands up to give you head
we had our tryouts in north west
and if this college dropout is doubting my honour
i’ll leave his blood on the leaves on my treehouse of horror
simpson? o.j. ok.. stay with
well north need mommy’s lawyer if she watched ray j and kim/
which leads me onto this g-y fish…let us weigh in until the scales bend
before the days ends i’ll jump up and grab this draugr round the collar!
wow, i wouldn’t bother. but this is top 8. genocide
i was gonna come with over-the-head bars…..but nevermind
mr reggie spends his life with syringe’d injected eyes
look at me, king! take a round and a stick to your crown. you get k!lled for being on reggie’s side
this must be a set-up. man, you done messed up
you can bet your best buck he survives on ketchup
his adams apple so large it f-cks his neck up
how’d you perform aggressively when it looks like you’ve never been fed up
in fact, i bet you weigh little over a kilo
all flights halted from take off when he’s within 50 miles of heathrow
ask south park for the rights so that we can shoot a starvin marvin sequel with mr re as the lead role
you f-cking mixed-race seagull. with a beak shaped like that
and get your f-cking knees away from my face like that
i’m not gonna cuss the dialog or the lingo you’re speaking cos when you kiss your girl you look like a flamingo is eating
mr re wants to battle. accept challenger
the fist stop his speaking. thats a language barrier
his music is a hertfordshire accent m-ssacre. i’ll tear him a new hole every day like an advent calender

[round 2: frequent thought]
he envies my height it turns out. don’t question mark. the symbol every mystery lives up to be
so i’m not speaking in morse when i got this mystery worked out
this girls’ scout may aswell be neutered
he has 60 followers as of today. that’s less followers than judas!
you f-cking loser is that the best you can do?
…let me do an impression of you:
i’ma transform like i can morph into cars, this dwarf will get dark
like oompa loompas tryna perform with a dance
all for the art. i’ll clap on chests like i’m applauding your bar
and i hope mr re boxes. because he must be on shrooms if he thinks he can throw thunder on stars
the bombs, bullets and sh-lls aren’t having a laugh
i drop bananas on the track: mario kart
no-one’s tryna see your -rs- on stage. he miley cyrusing forever
mr. m-r. speed it up your names emma
my words are infantry, it’s curtains instantly
caught him in the mousetrap he reserved for me
tell agatha christie, that’s how you murder mystery
frequent thoughts with tyler durden’s infamy
your sister’s screams compliment the beethoven symphony
i’ll k!ll him with my name….let me be clear
f re, you should still be in the q, u ent supposed to be here
what the f-ck is your beef with the colonel?!
this lack-l-ster wack buster, has such a
skinny frame, if life was a cluedo game, he couldn’t provide enough force with the knife to cut the mustard
when i son mr re, thats master re
with a lucky win against charlie d, that was larceny, i’ve got to teach you a lesson in defeat
when this midget comes on stage, even k shine wouldnt let me off the leash
you said i’m nonexistent online, well then you must be worried sick. of course you’re a mystery. you’ve literally no clue who you’re f-cking with!
you f-cking midget!

[round 3: frequent thought]
he wants to say that i needed i.d to get in, well then let him
everyone needed i.d. izzie gibbs almost didn’t get in
you look like you can’t read. and going by your name
as you might suppose mr re is a mystery
i needed 5 hired hands, a helpful side-man, a budget of 9 grand and frank ocean’s wise-man
to explain why i’m battling o-solo’s height-man
i might be half your size, this half-pint won’t half -rs- this
if he had flappy ears he’d be jar jar binks
give him half life, if i hang, draw, and half twice him, at half time he’ll hit the bar for half price drinks
seen your viral video blaming barbers for your hairline
mr searches bins for an instant gram
twist the hand that feeds your till it splits and snap
chat and be a ghost. strangled by vines
this little ant send the stick insect from bugs life
to cloud city via disneyland
f-ck krayze thinking re will beat frequent’s -rs-
i’m levels ahead. you wear them long sleeves to hide heroin needle scars
easy bars
so i hope you’re still recording, let me recite
let me refine the art then relax and recline
re-ssign this recruit, so the reaper can reboot
his system, he’s a victim in his reebok shoes
reanna. i’m not giving a f-ck today
he’ll get a religious education when he fails to recuscitate
simon says no recess. if i receive threats
i’m dodging these bullets not hitting: cojay reflex
destroy and rebuild mr re’s rep
realign the stars ’til he realise with bars he’s really a r-t-rd
the revolver chamber reload
put re in -box when i resend his soul!
retire. reverse re, to put him in that er quick
for not practicing i’ll get you rehe-rs-d and clipped
refreshing his twitter for retweet off his remix
and regarding your height, re, i just gotta know your secret

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