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ill intent - lotta that (remix) lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah
heir jordan, lotta that remix
what the f-ck y’all know about that?
tha records is in this b-tch
check it, yo

[verse 1]
lyrically i’m stepping on people’s faces
snap your jaw back, crack, now you’re cut from reshaped braces
key chain full of skulls
you hate me cause it contains haitians
but what i’m telling you is no one rich or poor is up for saving
switch from used boots into sh-ll-toed adidas’
so when i say my baby punts, just know i’m kicking fetuses
you best believe i’m sick
i feed the witch from the wizardly place
a bottle of spray tan and mace
and ma$e can brace for impact
cause he’s the next ball at bat
step back and get your skull’s jaw snapped in half
we attack like bats strapped with gats
so i might miss a few while you get new holes through you
your b-tch’s vag gives dudes a heart attack like blue’s clues’ dude’s houses
i step up to the plate like a real man while y’all pop up in blouses
i’m exceptionally less restful
you’re especially a vet’s test mule
don’t fret, my best is impressive to say less

[verse 2]
i heard heir jordan’s a misogynist
well, h-ll, i’m up against
these motherf-cking lunatic b-tches
i’ll have them screaming in ditches
have you bleeding and crippled
show my affect as it ripples
like water in the sink when it dribbles
then show you “belittle” is just another word to scribble
on your f-cking notepad
so go, f-g
oh and that’s not derogatory, it’s the old definition
so stop and think before you write up a story
right now i’m typing the glory
while you’re drowning away chugging a 40
in your underwear crying at 40
wondering how a 17 year old beat you
it’s not hard to believe i defeat you
because plain and simple, i’m seeking to see you
breaking a sweat as you’re falling into the doors
of the 23rd floor’s apartment a balcony gl-ss
how much do i kick -ss?
about an ounce and a half
maybe if i were an ant
but i buy that much smoking a plant
running sh-t like i own oil plants
so even though i’ve foiled your plans
don’t expect respect or remorse in advance
because i’m too d-mn advanced

[bridge]
yeah, i ain’t done yet

[verse 3]
now normally, i’m not dissing b-tches
but b-tches get sick thinking they’ve captured the sickness
and that their new tracks are wicked
but honestly, their tracks should be pitched in the trash
a dash of editing can turn sh-t into something half decent
but just look at that recent whack track
in which this b-tch kid mentioned my name
i won’t mention him so he can gain fame
but the point is, the track was lame
his recording quality is that of a great dane
with a mic in it’s mouth
so let’s see what’s about to happen
i bet this crack head couldn’t make a good line if he was from the 90s and dead
that’s called “instantaneous legen-dary status”
it’s simply grat-tude to show respect
but this kid gets death when i throw him south-west
and it ends with fate like the croc hunter with a ray is his motherf-cking chest

[outro]
the f-ck you want b-tch?
you ain’t stepping to this
you ain’t stepping to this, b-tch
none of y’all motherf-ckers are stepping to this
tha records’ got it on hold
so what the f-ck you mean when you say i can’t rap?
or when you put out your sh-t f-cking tracks?
y’all need to just back the f-ck off my d-ck
and understand that tha records is going somewhere, unlike you
b-tch
peace the f-ck out

- ill intent lyrics

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