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joel zeman - the middle and the end lyrics

(got your boy joel on the track)
geet geet!
(ay lets get this sh-t joel)
ya

twenty-six seconds man you call that sh-t a song
first off f-ggot your flow is all wrong
you rhymed two words man congrats i’m proud of you
sh-t gon’ make you cry you’ll need a f-cking tissue

yo carter
i ain’t done
mines gonna last longer than thirty seconds
alright, you ready
(get this sh-t joel)

your sh-t had no flow like a lake okoboji
you say you flexin hundreds i’m only seein’ that emoji
i only go for younger girls man what the f-ck
didn’t a 12-year-old give you that good succ
teagan was her name and norwalk was her school
you finally got head man you must think you are cool
taking daddy’s d-ck is that all you got?
selling fake cards so you can buy pot

call you carter lackey cuz your lyrics be lackin’
wanna fight me i’ll pull up packin’
you gotta shrimp d-ck man anyone can tell
why does the tip look like the liberty bell
you send it outta nowhere cuz you desperate af
my lyrics be cookin’ call me a f-ckin’ chef
ask a chick to the movies wait more than one
what’s wrong carter, did they deny your -ss son?

i hear your d-ck surrounded by a jungle of hair
shave that sh-t off lil thing need some air
quick off the track must be in a hurry
you see me takin’ shots call me steph curry
now let me bounce on off to your lover
eddie bouta be dissed but he ain’t on the cover
cheating on your girl, the f-ck you thinking dude
see a trampoline and i think of you
eddie i’m sorry but your girl she tryna do me
i mean i didn’t really notice cuz i’m drownin’ in that booty
the album cover whack y’all lookin’ straight goofy
your sh-t put me to sleep like i’m on a f-cking ruffy
this sh-t is gettin’ boring i’m getting kinda tired
now heres kono, boutta drop some fire

(you ready joe?)
yaa
lets get this sh-t

your track was garbage
but i don’t even care
why y’all tryna flex that cheap supreme underwear
you tryna show some abs, but there ain’t nothin’ there
y’all finna start a fight, that ain’t even fair
you barely broke 80 likes on that last insta-pic
you call yourself lil carti but it should be lil d-ck
quit tryna cover up boy errbody seen those pics
all i feel is pity cuz you ain’t got no chicks
your a h-rny boy tryna hump, like a camel
you always lookin’ stupid, like socks and f-cking sandals
my sh-t is straight fire boy and you just got that candle
you call yourself a baller but you got sh-tty handles

y’all see gettin going, don’t y’all try n stop it
we know your high as f-ck, already out in orbit
you see my outfit, i know you tryna cop it
wait, so when are you and eddie coming out of the closet?

b-tch you better stop, your talking so much smack
ask anyone who’s heard it, your sh-t is pretty whack
go home and do some research about the bars you lack
p-ss it to joel, cuz i think he wants his sh-t back

the instrumental ending so i guess we have to stop
just swept these b-tches up, now i’ll use a mop
girls don’t like it when you f-cking send
your song was just the start this is the middle and the end
b-tch

- joel zeman lyrics

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