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extended famm - fyirb (remix) lyrics

[chorus]
i don’t waste time kickin rhymes about cheddar
all i gotta say is f-ck you i rhyme better
i ain’t got no gators and i can’t afford a leather
all i gotta say is f-ck you i rhyme better
i bet you think those little raps you kickin is clever
all i gotta say is f-ck you i rhyme better
while you’re pushin a lex, we roll in escorts and jettas
all i gotta say is f-ck you i rhyme better

[v1: session]
the flows you all say shows you are gay
i put holes in ya body, and play flute when i blow you away
you know you are played, dude still think he king
but ya chic wrapped around my finger like pinky rings
doin kinky things, turnin her inside out
i doubt you can’t last long enough to try out
thats how im layin chics, ya lady’ll get it
cause ya rhymes are like radio edits, you ain’t sayin sh-t!
you playin wit a dude, rhymin hot, thumpin on you fools
only time i flop, is jumpin in a pool wit my arms open
trom smokin, the hash blaza
you dudes be all on my sax like jazz players
but f-ck you, i rhyme better, best design sweaters
and ya dime? get her as soon as i met her
session align letters to cause damages
turn were you from into city of angels like los angeles

[chorus]

[v2: tonedeff]
tone turns caked nig|gas to professional pie catchers
high action, i’m apt to put in more legwork than a thigh master
i finally figured how you could die faster
i’d number your days, but rather letter them instead
and then alphabetize backwards
flabbergasted at how i send these rhymes past ya
you’re the mvp of the national f-ck-up league
and everyone in your squad’s a linebacker
i’m trapped behind a padded fence, i’m that intense
when all i see is skilless rappers f-cking models with no fashion sense
braggarts get caught out there with popped fly’s
say you getting p-ssy.then your cat’s -ss whistles when it walks by
you’re looking to spot an embarr-ssing weakness?
well, you inherited sweetness, yo
they called your cross-dressing father a tootsie-pop
^ son, i’m, son-ing you, son, and what not
hot as the sun’s son, son – avoiding all baby mama drama with son block
you stood at the bus stop with your barbie lunchbox
and now, you invented the remix? well, i invented the c-mshot

[chorus]

[v3: pack fm]
yeah yeah, i got cheddar, but i ain’t gotta rap about it
i just knock a n-gg- out with, rhymes thats shockin like an open outlet
f-ck who got the doper outfit, sn-tch you out of your surroundings
we could battle for a thousand, what the f-ck you know about this?
rhyme better, gooder, bestest greatest, with the newest, freshest latest
who can you impess with gators? timbs are used for stomping craters
in the chest of haters, lexus, benz and escalad-ers
got you thinkin you’re a player, like the giants, jets and raiders
you’re a spectator! i got nothing left to say to cats
who’re g-ssed about the latest fashion trends,
they’ll be the first to lose and last to win
and if you didnt know, the name is packfm
dont cross the line, if you expect to shine
you can’t come close to mine

[v3b: substantial]
i came here to whip -ss and chew bubble gum
and i’m all out of bubblicious so yall in trouble snitches
for yall a bunch of st-tches til yall get dumped in ditches
now there’s no tomorrow c-ck smoker sanunara
so hot make h-ll flames feel lukewarm
burning alive the silly b-st-rd that put you on
that’s like asking a virgin to do p-rn
you should be shot, stabbed, p-ssed and boo-booed on
yo i write hooks better than your last 3 songs
rhymes ghetto -ss fat you got a baggy thong
loud mouths i shut’em up wanna ride buckle up
b-tch smack your sh-t raps back to west bubble f-ck
i’d write you an ill verse and you’d still f-ck it up
sun i’ve heard asthmatics with more breath control
could care less if you’re plat or if your record’s gold
in a battle better pray god protect your soul
’cause when i bust your sh-t best believe it’s undeniable
this rap’s impact will leave a tank undriveable
substantial aka the widowmaker
lady middle breaker faithfully you haters better take a knee
if your crew was in the house there soon will be a vacancy
sent your men packing in hiding like bin laden
you been lacking f-ck yall we been doper
you were born -ss you came out the womb bent over!

[chorus]

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