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havoc107, big ballz laytex, drew petiddies & reviewer chris - no chances left lyrics

[verse 1: big ballz laytex]
radsml n+gga making sh+t music
you is just mad cuz yo daddy abused you
you get f+cked by your friends, you a f+ggot
i got banned of insta but i still know what’s happening
i make better music even tho i got a accent
wipe you off the face of the earth, n+gga past+tense
snoopy wrld t++th big like rads ego
you in the closet, need to come outside like tito
you in mcdonalds in one of your vids
call you gabe cuz you touch kids
you cap in your songs like sml plus
you in pensacola l!cking sml’s nuts
you bragging about having logans phone digits
you 5 foot 4 n+gga you a midget
you rap about money but ain’t got no sales
you a stupid ass n+gga making sml thumbnails

[verse 2: drew petiddies & havoc107]
drew p back and im dissin rad (drew p)
you know me i ain’t mad (you mad?)
we know this won’t end well no cald
kings don lie to their fans you fraud
in da club, thesе b+tches copy (copy)
dat f+ggot ass xbs gave you sloppy
delеting comments is yo main hobby
what’s real, what’s fake, b+tch, thats your award shows (fake award shows)
can’t be dripping wit those whack ass clothes
you ain’t sh+t you ain’t no hot boy
yeah it’s us, we here to destroy
can’t cope with us so you had to ignore
there ain’t no sales in your fake ass store
is it just me? it’s be gettin more views than the f+ggots on your scene (ay)
this battle easy, call me a bettor (ay)
just like yo sh+t song it gets better (ay)
this battle easy, call me a bettor (ay, ay)
just like yo sh+t song it gets better (ay, let’s go)
[verse 3: havoc107]
havoc with the diss on rad with a mouse
it’s scene pt. 2 in the house with a house
but i ain’t feeling you, like the ‘son you clout
but it ain’t no son, like devin young, drip failed
snoopy wrld ain’t make no bail he just fail
like the mails i get in the mail, maker detail
let’s talk about the whale who named after juice whereld
you failed, yeah, charlie, i assail
thumbnammys, more like fake grammys
crying over cammy like the faking you do to canny
calling you a crip like you a faker
and your name is faker i tell them people break her
you would say creak her but i know you just a fake
try to cancel me, you get all pain, thing i need to take
are you mad at this diss or what?
but you won’t reply, just cause i got your mouth wired shut

[verse 4: reviewer chris]
f+ck you rad, i ain’t done with ya ass
callin my albums mid but yours are f+cking trash
always talk about f+cking but you ain’t never smashed
and you such a f+cking p+ssy always getting xbs
making new genres of your music ima still bash
looking like an emo b+tch, “yeah i’ma thrash”
you got cp in ya gallery, you got a stash
calling me reviewer cl+t shut the f+ck up b+tch
making stupid group chats and having drama snitch
you a f+cking f+ggot all you wanna do is switch
you seem smelly ass sh+t like a f+cking fish
ima keep on saying it suck my d+ck ericsson
ima say it one more time you got no f+cking rhymes
you say i have no life but all you got is time
making stupid ass award shows that sh+t ain’t finna shine
and trevor mccracken is a b+tch was first in line
you don’t got a girl ain’t never will thinkin nicki minaj is fine
what the f+ck, shut the f+ck up, b+tch

- havoc107 big ballz laytex drew petiddies reviewer chris lyrics

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