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funky dee - swear (grim sickers diss) lyrics

[intro]
we’re gonna play a game, you know
swear to god, swear to god
let’s play swear to god, swear to god
let’s play swear to god, swear to god
let’s play swear to god, swear to god
let’s play swear to god, swear to god
let’s play swear to god, swear to god
let’s play swear to god, swear to god
let’s play swear to god, swear to god

[verse 1]
swear to god that you didn’t steal jack’s flow
swear to god that you didn’t steal my flow
i sent a strap pic to your iphone
even mike knows, you’re a flow cat
and a bowcatt, and you don’t trap
make that mill? yeah, you stole that
p money, little dee, yeah, they know that
check grime memories for the throwback
swear to god that you didn’t tell me
that you banged nolay
now this is gonna be your last day
woo, all in one air raid
come swindon with your twelve gauge
and the mossberg, you’re a [?]
i support -rs-nal, f-ck hotspurs
you catted jack, but you dropped first
you’re a moist nerd
merky made you dash at rinse
and he made you dash at radar
and he says, if it was back in the days
you would’ve jumped off the roof at déjà
you would’ve jumped off the roof at on top
you froze when it got on top
you ran, you never heard a gunshot
before i met you, you was wearing dunlop
(ayy) you don’t run no block
(ayy) and you got fake opps
(ayy) i’ll put something to your top
(ayy) hit back, then pop
(ayy) you go gym everyday
(ayy) too many protein shakes
(ayy) with your p-ssyhole mates
(ayy) but you got punched by merky ace
bill it up backstrap
don’t give mad chat
ice kid style, walk round with a backpack
told lucas that i wanna beat azryah from bkchat
round more straps than mad max
cracking the [?] lap-lap
grab the mac, click-clack that
more reloads than radar’s jack dat
you steal everything, you cat-cat
you never trap-trap
i criss crossed this guy
he’s lyrically wack-wack
i’m the lord of the mics, go holler at rat-rat
have you seen a gun
on the window go tap-tap?
have your brains on the dash all splat-splat
filler flow, filler flow
dread up my hair like coolio, coolio
swinging swords like rufio, rufio
get murked out here like mercutio
energy teefing, yous are broke
head on my belt, medusio
medusio, medusio
you talk sh-t, i walk the sh-t
eff with my dough, i bore sh-t
you talk bullsh-t
stack dough for a mortgage
let’s play a game, saw 6
f-ck you up, make you walk crip
thump you up, make you forfeit
with the strap, i’ve got [?]

[outro]
grim sickers
the man of steel
boy
yucky
there’s nothing sick about you

- funky dee lyrics

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