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epiph@ny - fake (diss track) (resolved) lyrics

heh, you done it now
don’t n0body mess with my boys

you say you writing this for the haters dissin’
idiot. for you to have a hater, you have to have fans, that’s something you’re missing
that’s a lot of cuss words for a rap baby, but my squad you’re dissing?
oh, now it’s me you’re p-ssing
off for real
let me give off my rap spiel
i’ll tell you what i promise i’ll keep it real
wow, it makes you such a bad boy to smoke pot
boy, shut your mouth up, sit down, it’s time to be taught
you don’t know what it’s like to not have a meal
your best friends having to steal
for food
i’m in a nasty mood
here, i’ll cut you a deal
stop your yapping and i’ll let your lyrics live
so long as you kneel
stop your yapping little puppy
come!
heel!
it’s like you think that them bad words make you a bad-ss
you think you have the right to diss me and my people?
no thanks, i’ll p-ss
you see your bad words just mean you ain’t got nothing to say
like i’ve said before, get out of my way
y’all better go flee
i’ma bout to go on a crazy musical k!lling spree
“call us the young renegades!”
little children, reminding me of mgk
who’s the eminem in the equation?
i guess that’s me
this feels like a texas poker game
you’re the two of clubs, i’m the ace of spades!
do you ever shut up?
all you do is say the same thing over and over again
talking about booze, money and calling my friend’s girl a prost-tute — what?
you brought the girl into the equation?
man, that’s weak, here’s my question —
with all your boasting, is there anything real about your song to mention?
so you said the f word 34 times in your song judgement day
congratulations, you’re an idiot, i’m making you a commemorative plate
you gonna blow up everything with a grenade?
hey, at least you’re dead too, boy you’ve been played!
so you’ve got “evil thoughts” and you’re on drugs
great
remind me
how the heck is that different from every other guy in the rapping game?
so you have your gun, need some ammo
just one problemazo, amigo
all your bullets are re-used — i’m sick of you h0m-phobes
i’m christian and i respect lgbtq more than you!
you say you got a noose around your head?
fantastic! the noose is me, and now your music is dead!
you can answer whatever comes to your head
diss my music call it anything your thoughts have bred
but one thing you can’t knock down is at least i’m honest with my problems
never lying about “having to take some meds”
my music is sick
you’ll eventually run out of medicine
you have no idea what my rap can do to you
my honesty is like a bag of medicine to those who are true
i’m giving you one, oh wait you ain’t got it yet? better make it two!
woooooo!
this rhymin’ been flyin’ round my head since i was like three
and your music in my mouth tastes worse than gargling my own p-ss, it’s sk!ll you need!
take a knee
my lyrics are ready to confront you
and it ain’t gon be over tea!
you gonna break me down?
boy the worst you can do to me is make me frown!
not even that when i turn into a rapping bane and throw your pitiful lyrics around
i ain’t the clown
here
or maybe i am, call me it, my dear
my rappin is trappin your lip flappin lonely jackin’ worst fear
so i saw your girl dumped you
i know it can hurt
look at my song lonely i know that it’s true
but slit your wrists?
man that’s some exaggeration, even if you’re p-ssed
maybe by you she’s missed
but even then, man
threatening to k!ll your girl that really ain’t lit
and do you really care as much as to cut your wrists?
dude, people break up, that’s how life is
you feel hurt now but you know you gonna move on
and even though it can help to write your hurt in lyrics
you write something like this and later you’re gonna end up regretting this song
and this, my friend, is what’s wrong
with the music you make
you make many things worse then they are for goodness sake!
so before you start cussing me out
start with your little rap and shout
i know it can hurt but it’s not something you have to overly flout
and before you begin to even think about dissing me
just think about some creativity
i’m so bored by your raps i could honestly pout
diss me and my homies?
this is the answering shout

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