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inspectah l.i.t - i ain't no john lyrics

hey mana..
it’s nearly christmas i got you a present
unlike your cousin don’t get this one pregnant
i got you a puppy i got you a pooch
but unlike your father don’t let this one loose
snort a little, now you’re getting groovy
bad breath, did u eat too much sushi?
this song’s a blender, you’re a smoothie
play fortnite, you’ll never get coochie
caffeine? you don’t drink coffee
jew, gas you up like a n-z-
fight me, i know karate
x-rated movie, kebab calls u daddy
eat his -ss like sugar and johnny
morte more like mortein
but ya don’t k!ll ‘coz your 14
school shooter call you eugene
miss all your shots like its routine
your musics whiter than sunscreen
kebab gave ya aids like mr sheen
now your rim lookin’ h-lla clean
morte, more like
ya mum g-y
on ya vid’s no one presses replay
pedo’ grabbin’ kids like harambe
in case you didn’t know: you are g-y
so thin you need to eat some whey
white as a ghost call u kkk
train-track, more like
your dad never came back
came outta his faulty nut sack
lookin’ like a god d-mn big mac
you say the n-word but you ain’t black
your rappin’ worse than kodak
fyi…you are wack
ay use your mana to cast a spell
you’re a p-ssy you can’t rebel
yo mum a thot go to h-ll
mana’s yt no one hits the bell
they did surgery on a grape, nah
they did surgery on ya mum, (ha)
do u no de wae
no u don’t coz ur g-y
u suck at minecraft hunger games
your sub count, it never gains
saw you in the club, the james
fire vs ice like charmander
saw ya dad leavin’ the veranda
your voice sound like miranda (sings)
you’re lonely your phone never rings
gonna snap your bones, put em in slings (oof!)
your career is forever gone (poof!)
you got train tracks on your t–th
when you speak it sounds like a queif
you gettin’ rekt just like the reef
vegan but i’m fine with this beef
now lets talk about caleb
bring an ak like an arab (boom!)
ya don’t flirt you only groom
saw you with your cousin, get a room!
mistake bought for brought, your rarted
in your song you didn’t rap, you sharted
i’ma chuck you in a tomb, tutankhamun
product of incest do some farmin’

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