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flesruoy llik – scumbag deity lyrics

[intro]
i’ll beat a boy in this life
’cause i bet they’re so fly
’cause i bet they’re so fly
’cause i bet they’re so fly

[verse: j sawedoff]
don’t hating on a scumbag just ’cause i let my pants sag off my waist and i wore ’em yesterday
i think i need a shave ’cause my face is looking rugged
naw, f+ck it, these b+tches love it
yeah, what it do girl? do you wanna kick it?
if i pulled out my d+ck do you think you wanna l!ck it?
i’m a scrub that can mack and you mad ’cause you can’t
my pockets ain’t swole and my socks don’t match
one’s got a hole and they both stank bad
took a shower yesterday and forgot to wash my ass
didn’t brush my t++th, so my breath smell like trash
still pulling b+tches, i’m the motherf+cking man
haters wanna diss me, hoes wanna kiss me
i’m smelling like swiss cheese and itching like i got fleas
my hair’s all messed up, shoes cost ten bucks
looking like i just crawled out of a dump truck
dirty+ass pimp walking with a limp
holding hands with a trick that’s the size of a blimp (bad b+tch)
i’m so fly, sleeping in the gutter
right next to b+side’s mother
motherf+ck these local rappers talking ’bout what they got
motherf+ck tm stormz, motherf+cker to the top
you’re jokes, phonies, you’re always gonna flop
rapping ain’t your thing dawg, i think it’s time to stop
you ain’t sh+t to me, you ain’t ogs
i don’t give a f+ck, you can call me a freak
that’s right, i don’t look like your average rapper
don’t wear fitted caps, never ever been a trapper
but i break laws, break jaws, break b+lls
and my style be great like some a+1 steak sauce
yup, got mad b+tches hitting me up
begging me to come through and tear they p+ssy up
they all wanna be my number one (number one)
and they all want me to make ’em cum (make ’em cum)
j sawedoff, i’m a cult leader
i’m a deity, you’re just a non+belieber
f+ck a justin bieber, f+ck your radio and speakers
if you ain’t f+cking with me i ain’t f+cking with you either
you’re gonna need some pain reliever if you dissing my achievements
knocking you out, getting beat so you’re beating
i could have big scott take care of my light work (get ’em)
half you get beat and run like a night clerk
so don’t go out alone if you’re scared
just stay home punk+b+tch you ain’t prepared
for the new cult criminals stealing the show
when i’m sick and subliminal, pivotal, black cloaks
i ride with [cny cy blackl!ck?]
all you other rappers sound like petty cat p+ss
come on dawgs, step up your game
heard your last mixtape and it sounded mad lame
it’s a shame, taking you suckers out of business
and y’all getting b+tt hurt acting like a bunch of snitches
i think this rhyme is over so i’ll hit you with the finisher
was chilling with your girl and she let me put my d+ck in her

- flesruoy llik lyrics

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