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el bandito - 150 bars lyrics

[verse]
break it down, el bandito m-ss murdering beats
at least one hundred fifty bars offloaded to neekz
disturb him while he sleep, his purpose defeat
if he tried my capacity, he’ll most likely overheat
he’ll respond when his jaw gone drop like his b-lls
punches ain’t hard, he just fingerpaints his bars
looking like a party swede coming straight outta oslo
pistol tip hollow, something you can swallow
b-tch try to follow? ya woman’s in sorrow
i sabotage tomorrow, so f-ck the guns you borrow
“oh you usin’ the same beat that game used
to diss lloyd banks, can’t believe it, d-mn i hate you!”
i’ve said it before, and i will say it again
don’t give a f-ck about the beats if i’m busy with the pen
cus you of all people makes a mockery of rap
my physical lyrics is ’bout to’ knock him out flat
i’ll punch neekz in his t–th, at least ten times
i won’t stop, ’til he’s burping bl–dy enzymes
that includes all ya simplistic end rhymes
f-ck writing more of ya sh-t, so put the pen down
demolishing mon inc. and every track he wrote
burn down his little show and track him back home
smack him like a b-tch, he won’t see it happening
he’ll make a post on facebook: i just got hacked again!
everybody’s commenting: n0body cares!
so neekz gonna k!ll himself but n0body cares!
“you all gonna miss me when i’m truly dead”
we all said: go for it, n0body cares!
i’ll make him black out like too much tequila
too many margaritas, and too much reefer
i’m ’bout to explode over the track like hiroshima
claims he italian, your dad’s from argentina
we know this m-th-f-cka hating on this
neekz tryna make amends, for saying some sh-t
cus he realized there ain’t no d-mn escaping and sh-t
you’re like an underground version of drake with no hits
neekz couldn’t handle sam because he so rude
he prolly gonna try and diss us with some autotune
demented mercenaries cruise-manouvre round with guts
a deadly pursuit while neekz is sitting on the bus
acting paranoid, and yelling to the driver
“there’s a bomb on the bus and we might not survive this”
yeah right, sit ya -ss down, you smart -ss
before i’ll come and give you yet another panic attack
f-ggot, don’t make me come back there and beat yo -ss
punch you in the face, and smoke up all ya weed and hash
yeah, you wouldn’t even dare to hit me back
a keyboard gangsta rapper, there’s ya feedback
wanna talk actual guns? split open ya kneecaps
and re-upload norwadian underground before you react
ya weak -ss, label ’bout to be destroyed flawlessly
demented music taking back control of its property
you ain’t nothing but a fraud and a b-tch made
wack -ss artist, lyrically he’s just a mistake
cus he ain’t damage anything, he slowly biting
you’re better off hiring, another ghostwriter
he sunk to the lowest level tryna go viral
lying to his fans cus they know he’s suicidal
just because you got your period or menstrual cycle
don’t mean you get to curse me out like some frikkin’ psycho
f-ck no, we get it, you a p-ssy
who blocks his friends cus we knew you is a rookie
stick to shoot up needles, cover your scars with ya hoodie
you’re ’bout as predictable as a fortune cookie
neekz the type that can’t deal with any hater
he’ll just block everybody for giving honest statements
you suck, keep rhyming matrix with sp-ceships
to make it look intricate, but really that’s basic
trapped in the closet, while he tryna spit sh-t
getting mad delusional ’bout his rhymes twitchin’
el bandito, permission granted to rip sh-t
had to jump in a slayer moshpit to prove i k!ll sh-t
mothaf-cka couldn’t cope with dedication
of crafting his own penmanship, he blames his probation
unable of creating sicker lyrics, so hating…
was the only option he’s able of demonstrating
this f-ggot wanna make another d-mn album!?
already see the tracklist, so random
with half of his songs already leaked on youtube
i’ll bet he’ll put some old collabos on there too
featuring me, to make it look like we don’t beef
a desperate attempt, especially from neekz
think he’ll gain major royalties with a lease
and if he didn’t know, i’m talking ’bout the beats
so this what we gone do, we gone k!ll him dead for real
before we unleash, make that m-th-f-cka kneel
bring him to his knees, stick him in the guillotine
hold his head high up, and keep spitting more heat
verbally abuse him, bruise and defuse him
el bandito hit you up, another exclusive
one hundred fifty bars and i actually do it
while neekz only braggin’ but he can’t really do sh-t
you suck at life, so you know he’s desperate
couldn’t write hardbody if medusa helped him
he’s mentally defenseless, the cards he’s dealt with
made him claim a victim like he so d-mn helpless
we ain’t falling for that sh-t yet again
you be causing all this drama cus you don’t have any friends
a sore loser, can’t handle honest critique
so lil neekz turned to racism and hate-speech
f-ck him, i ain’t down with that sh-t
remember ya idols the next time you rap, b-tch!
for real, that’s some f-g sh-t, just like ya habits
and b-tterfly effect got to be your wackest sh-t
nah wait a second, it’s definitely “my town”
cus your singing was like: “i know life gone down”
f-ck outta here with that sh-t that you produce
i swear i wouldn’t say this, but try autotune
or at least spend some extra time on your writing
instead of biting realist omega, for trying
and actually making an effort to keep on fighting
basically, if you can’t rhyme you better rewrite it
only excitement you drop is them facebook posts
about the interdimensional hackers who troll
so i sit back and grabbed the popcorn
watch him cuss ’em all out like the osbournes
while i’m on the topic, why’d you always call me up?
to let me hear you cursing out your family you dumb f-ck
why you involving me in your petty beef?
cus neekz likes to make people think that he’s a g’
“the whole world’s hacking me”, there’s a song t-tle
“where’s my ghostwriter?” that’s an album t-tle
“i’ll steal your beats and claim all the copyright”
godd-mn, give this man some lyrics he can copy and bite
f-cking fraud -ss rapper wanna hang and dangle
from an angle, everyone can see he got strangled
leave him up there, he’s already mangled
forever known reminder as a f-cking example
what happens to a m-th-f-cka crossing el bandito
this the real overk!ll, you f-cking mosquito
you suck so much, your vacuum cleaner hates your guts
cus neekz rides p-n-s and swallowing nuts
should’ve flushed you down like years ago
cus this queer blows, now he’s scared to be alone
cus i be dropping bars every m-th-f-ckin’ week
while neekz still struggle on how to stay on a beat
you’ve recorded, like a couple songs
now you think got a shot against my catalog?
he’s depressed, every time he got a writer’s block
he believes so hard that he could step with smart talk
forget ya flow, you ain’t got no f-ckin’ show
same goes for sk!lls, your consistency’s broke
he a dumb -ss, he catches the point too slow
anybody wanna hear his wack rhymes? “god no!”
i thought so, neekz stuck in ontario
while he be begging me to give him material
he even told me, he would a suck d-ck for a miracle
applied desperate measures to make it sound lyrical
what a f-g, drop down and give me 50 bars
i showed what happened when you thinking you hard
i pulled back the shooters, remain calm
i even k!lled every beat that you used on the starz

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