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g-lock_off_rappad - stay mad (ft. tewsly and wealthmasta) lyrics

//intro (godlik3)//
i heard you sneak dissed me, tewsly, and wealthmasta
now, we’ll all end you
//verse 1 (godlik3)//
hotsanta, quiet down, hold you reindeer
you made a mistake with that one, imma put yo ass into fear
you don’t give kids presents, you give them yo childhood every new year
b+tch, all you do is put disgrace into the atmosphere
imagine dissing someone ’cause you’re mad they beat you in a battle
you shouldn’t even try to start sh+t if you won’t be able to handle
the diss that’ll come in yo face, i’m surprised you didn’t cancel
those battles, ’cause like jesse, you strangle
lil’ girls, plus you can’t get b+tches, since you f+cked so many boys and girls
they didn’t even agree to it anyway, so just like jason, the children of the world
they want an apology for all the kids you raped, they want justice served
they don’t want yo ass in existence anymore, you’re nothin’ but a perv
it’s incredibly clear you get zero b+tches, so stop cappin’
i’m runnin’ hotsanta’s fat ass over while he’s lackin’
f+ck boi, shut the f+ck up, you’re only a max
level c+cksucker, you f+ck men and kids ’cause you never had a dad
you claim you’ll easily beat me but i’m whippin’ your ass 11+2
got charged for public indecency after 10 kids saw you nude
so you lost a battle and whined over it, well, boo+hoo
i ain’t about to lose to a b+st+rd that sucks on glue
i live in a pretty sp+cious house, you’re just mad you live in a dumpster
you need to realize the f+ckin’ truth, well, at least my iq goes into positive numbers
’cause i get a’s and b’s and you only proceed to get dumber
between you and jason, you’re the bigger motherf+cker
boi, tell me how the f+ck even goldenshower is better at rappin’
than your ass, all you do is watch p+rn and endless fappin’
every time he even tries to write a song, he gets caught lackin’
me, tewsly, and wealthmasta are better than you, b+tch, stop cappin’
imagine gettin’ so mad at someone’s success you write 15 sh+tty disses
at least put some f+ckin’ effort into that cr+p, or you finna keep missin’
i searched up “idiot”, “hotsanta” was the definition
and get the f+ck off this site ’cause you don’t deserve any recognition
//verse 2 (tewsly)//
alright, let’s end these two dumb motherf+ckers, ayo
hotsanta think he sl!ck, but he ain’t got the flow
team up with a ghost, man, that’s a real low blow
we buried that dude, now he tryna steal the show
what the f+ck, n+gga, you want the og, right?
but he can’t even diss, man, he just takin’ flight
i ain’t running scared, fame, i’m ready for the fight
put your ass through the ringer, i’ll turn day into night
so shut the f+ck up, goldenshower, what’s your game?
talkin’ ‘bout mamas like you got some kinda claim
we already k!lled you, took your flows, what a shame
now you lower than before, just a pixel in the frame
this your last desperate gasp, you can’t breathe no more
i’m pullin’ the meet the grahams, knockin’ down your door
hotsanta, don’t act like you’re still on the score
your rhymes are a yawn, i’m just settin’ the floor
thought you was ballin’, but your shots all miss
flexin’ on the ‘gram, but you just a lil’ dis
got my crew on deck, and you know that we persist
when we bring the heat, man, you better not enlist
ayo, i’m done, hotsanta, you ain’t got the weight
dare you to step, but you know it’s too late
you a ghost in the ring, just a shadow of fate
i’m the real deal, baby, i’m here to dominate
like i said, their milkshake brings all boys to the yard
but your sh+t’s so bland, it’s just tasteless and hard
so don’t be surprised if you end up scarred
i’ll leave you in the dust, man, this whole game’s bizarre
so hotsanta, you done, the clock’s run out,(ring ring!?)
we taking out the trash, that’s without a doubt,(no cap)
in this rap game, boy, we callin’ you out,(yup)
so remember the name, we’ll forever shout.(yessir)
//verse 3 (wealthmasta)
evict you with this glock, better contact your local landowner
your entire album was you saying the same thing over and over
in fact, it’s probably one of the worst albums i’ve ever seen
reading the whole thing is a great way to put yourself to sleep
when it comes to common sense, even exho has a higher amount
cause he understood he got cooked, so he deleted his account
but you’re too f+cking stupid to realize you ain’t even sh+t
if you think you can beat us then you’re the supreme idiot
you were already demolished, you shoulda stayed in your hole
we k!lled you but now you want us to come for your soul
yeah p+ssy, let’s take this outside, show me your sk!lls
i’ll beat you to a pulp, because you don’t got appeal
come at me and i’ll swing on you like a motherf+cking acrobat
cause i’m the grinch with the green and i’ll sn+tch your stash
put the pole to your dome, yeah i’m coming with that cold steel
and i gift+wrap the chrome so you gonna get the whole deal
bullets deck the halls but you know my apparel ain’t g+y
tactical vest and some jordans because i’m keeping it straight
you got a red suit, i got a red dot, you won’t even see it
i’ll f+ck you up so badly that you’ll barely believe it
cause i’m colder than the north pole, antarctica and alaska
but i’ll toss yo ass in the furnace, now that’s a hot santa
you brag about how much p+ssy you get, but we know the truth
you can only bag men, as well as females in their youth
yeah, your hobbies are diddling kids and being a trash rapper
you’re a f+cking pedophile, your parents raised a disaster
you lure children into your house, and they get captured
and then you end up making their childhood innocence shatter
yo ass deserves to be locked up in prison with r kelly
you keep having s+x with minors when they’re not ready
i’d bet a hundred bucks you’re some 40 year old potbelly
and it would also be hard to believe that you’re not smelly

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