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hi-rez - hit 'em up (skizzy mars diss) lyrics

[intro]
ha ha!
honestly, i was f-cking around…until homie disrespected me
sh-t…

[verse]
look!
in high school, you were the black kids that hang around with white dudes
g-eazy the only f-cking reason people like you
i grew up b-mping snoop, eminem, and outkast
you probably grew up b-mping nelly furtado and lance b-ss!
your f-cking name is myles mills
who the f-ck is myles mills?
when your mom was pregnant, bet she probably popped a pile of pills
instead, she should have got an abortion and just had the child k!lled
honestly, who the f-ck named their child myles mills?!
you remind me of theo cosby
favorite sport? probably hockey
favorite movie? probably rocky
just another carbon copy who bound to get lost in the game, just like jumanji
you the karate kid
me? i’m more mr. miyagi
you a motherf-cking snitch, sort of like jose canseco
i swear you kinda look like the dude from reading rainbow
you may got love on the net, but you got none in the streets
i bet you type on twitter, talking with a gun in your teeth
when there’s a problem, me, i solve it ’cause i always roll deep
when there’s a problem with you, sh-t, i bet you run to police!
you probably use white words like “oh, gosh!” and “tomfoolery”
i bet you shop at whole foods and f-cking eat gluten-free!
i’m basic? bruh, you the f-cking one who should be talking!
you rap so monotone, you sound like stephen hawking!
mr. rogers is more hood than you
bullet holes through your cardigan
me, i’m on my fresh prince
you, you’re more like carlton
you’d have probably hung out with whites during the apartheid
tell me why you looking like the main dude from smart guy
ain’t n-body even f-cking with you in your city, man!
growing up, i bet your mom probably drove a minivan
all you do is rap about drinking ’til you black out
i bet you probably pregame to “all star” by smash mouth
you the motherf-cking type to run from a brawl
you probably scared to p-ss in urinals, you run to a stall
and put your d-ck in glory holes, f-cking dudes through a wall
every time you rap, you sound like you gargling b-lls!
when i drop this record, people gon’ be sh-tting a brick
i bet that you the motherf-cking type to sit when you p-ss!
i’m the type to be with them dudes who flipping a zip
you the type to p-ss on head so you can kiss on a b-tch
sounding like drake on some molly when you spitting your sh-t
watching brokeback mountain, probably licking your lips
always rapping ’bout hoes, i bet you f-ck with a man
i’m always p-ssed off, and misery loves company, d-mn!
standing still when you perform, with your nuts in your hand
you out your wayne brady mind trying to f-ck with, fam, for real!

[outro]
shout-out monsoon!
ha ha!
(take money, take money…)

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