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dope lxrd - the executioner lyrics

[verse 1:]
step up in the place and these motherf-ckers know it’s me
repping for my weapons not rejecteds f-ck a noah b
coming like a warrior i’m gonna f-cken body ya
i’m the one that’s popular your soundcloud plays they don’t compete
got flip flop bars with a fake accent
see this hip hop brah try to make amends
but a p-ssy to a lord would never be a losing war
and i come with moving force to make your playlist f-cking bend (hooo!)
i’ll tell the truth be honest brah your rapping makes me suicidal
yankie flows but aussie grown you must just have a true denial
betraying your true heritage, you soon will lose get bettered b-tch
they ask me about you i be saying that i buried him
like f-ck even is noah lo ricco
wanna mess with the lord see how low we will go
your music sucks your disses are all blowies and not blows
call me junkie you’re a flunkie smoke you like a cone
you’re a fake -ss g-y c-nt, your face all made up
all caked up with the colours of the f-cking usa bruh
f-ck your f-cking mother she ain’t beautiful in pain cuh
i’ll sodomise the hottie then i come to f-cking rape ya
the only fact on your tracks you can’t adapt to me lad
on no sudden moves you tried to rap was chat like talking smack
fire in the booth keep turning ice to water packs
you took away the real from rap i f-cking bought it back

[verse 2:]
your latest track had nine plays, my first one got like 5k
my mixtape dropped your p-ss take stopped and thought of suicide mate
plays on my page legit exceeds your sh-t by 10 times
faded twice as big as you let motherf-cking men grind
your feature on my track got more listens than your soundcloud
your dope like el chapo when the c-nt was poor without pounds
your corny -ss bullsh-t, i’m spraying with a full clip
my bars like bullets pulling up to dominate the bool b-tch
your fans are sheep i’m hannibal i’ll silence all the lambs hoe
no one likes your music only your friends are your fans bro
if you took me on the streets your jaw would spin just like a lambo
stick my d-ck up in your mama fist up in your nan bro
i’m gonna make the b-tch suck my b-lls like my -n-s
pulverise the p-ssy till the cl-t is f-cking painless
film the sl-t and watch her suck then make her p-rnhub famous
my bars they snag that yellow gold like corn up on some braces

[verse 3:]
you’re a little f-cking p-ssy it’s no wonder that your dad left
could only put up with your sh-t for like one year then left
hopsin next to you c-nt you’re rapping like you ben 10
could run up on your crew but your p-ssies you not real men
it wouldn’t f-cking satisfy, you challenged me you had to die
you can’t spit to move for sh-t i can spit to smash the mic
wanna b-tch the battle lad then it’s gra-ta-tat tonight
you ain’t half a rapper lad you’re embarr-ssment for guys
that we have to share a poor c-nt like you in our gender
weren’t worthy of your father you ain’t worthy of men bruh
weren’t equal on no sudden moves and since then i’ve ascended
come battle with the lxrd if you’re ready to get ended b-tch
i’m doper on the track got you spinning like a sedative
you thought that you could win you’re a lunatic a heretic
i’ve taken wounds on your body and now i wanna bury it
i invite you to a battle on my youtube if you dare you b-tch

- dope lxrd lyrics

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