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kid vishis – 2 snaps in a circle lyrics

[intro]
aliengang! aliengang!
my og told me
it ain’t no difference between rapping and real life but a beat, n+gga!
yeah!
think i did all this sh+t in my life being from detroit just to be dissed by a motherf+cker named lupe?
(laughs)

[verse]
yeah, i’m in [?]
you know how we do sh+t
they say they want music
let’s do this
the movie that’s directed by kubrick when he lose it
i ain’t with this cool sh+t
i snap a rapper’s neck like a [masseuse ?]
b+tch n+gga mad royce called ’em a b+tch
suck a d+ck, n+gga, ball up your fists
i’m all in your sh+t
you call it a diss? i called you a trip
now who you f+ckin’ with? i offerеd ’em tips for [?]
[?]
yes, time in, thе k!ller’s prepared
first they love you and they wish you dead
i don’t cheerlead, just ’bout to toss a b+tch into air
we [?]
you mad about an imaginary line with some sunchips, that’s punk sh+t
not only you do not have a son
but we never seen you with one chick
you’re like a too small rupaul tryna box [god?] but i’m so tall for goof b+lls
as far as mickey factz, i donno who you are
i don’t want the smoke if i’d smell [through the jar?]
two clout chasers driving uber cars
two [?]
i do the bars but you [two’d barge?]
been a sucker all your life, so you think i’m a ho?
f+ck it, right, you still on punishment for not helping joe budden fight
sit your ass in the corner and f+ckin’ write
thinkin’ you’re dissing ain’t risking your f+cking life till you in my f+cking sight
smokin’ on ’em nerds that’s the purple [pack?]
f+ck outta here with ’em three snaps in a circle raps
you did a diss in four days n0body cared
what’s a mortician to the k!ller who’s the reason the body’s dead?
n+gga get his spars
sound like for christmas cards
yoda to a gunfight with ninja stars
run up on me talkin’ ’bout some [?]
a dream you met bruce lee and wake up with er with loose t++th
head is as so hard leavin’ shadow shot to find your rapper sleeping on ’em gravel rocks
maybe it’s the vaccine nan0bots
got ’em thinkin’ we battle ops
you n+ggas is backwards and striking f+ckin’ shepherds and the cattle stops
this n+gga pull out a sword like we ain’t camelot
you gon’ think mixtapes come in back when they cannon (gunshot)
i listen to you speak and never get a manly presence
he wish my brother deaf and now he mad [?]
[?]
f+ckin’ weirdo
your mommy prolly got you daddy pregnant
you’re non threatening
all he sees is mickey and minnie
disney walking be switchin’
taking my ball and leave
b+tchin’ and quitting’, miss me, please?
or get gooned up
only time you tool up is [?] in your nunchuks
talkin’ ’bout he won the battle
only thing he did was f+ck the mood up
dragonfly jones keep tryna fool us
yeah
they put the visionary on it
hip+hop is my d+ck, i’m goin’ missionary on it
this is a scary moment
this ain’t a game opponent
you made mural
now your obituary on it, n+gga
n+gga’s ass kicked in [?] casket you pop sh+t
apologise n+gga, just [?]
this ain’t to prove i’m best
or [?]
i’m still respectin’ lu nas x
booyah!
we both have no chill, difference is you have no soldiers with no chill
lambda, lambda, lambda
just lost [ogre?]
keep it real, tryna be cynical
n+ggas think you’re p+ssy in general
serial k!ller? you and mickey factz [?] in general [meals]
show’s over, its the end of the reel
beta males want the end of the real
only beta think about me as the trauma my steel when i’m bumpin’ the drill
i don’t know what free is, i won’t speak until the math is balanced
you ain’t a king, n+gga, pass the chalice
come out the closet, tell the world you and mickey factz be [?]
[?]
beef with these geeks sound as laughin’ at it
walkin’ up his funeral smackin’ ass in his casket
don’t get jealous mickey factz, not the way you imagined it
we know you vegan chefs be tossing salads
this a man versus the whole
what’s a lamb to a goat?
anyone who would chip in get turned into [?]
i’ll take your soul, hand him his ghost
after these guys with can is [approached?]
he panic and slow
one between his eyes to see demise
guess i see you why panic and [fall?]
n+gga’s a pimp, never needed help handlin’ hoes
[?] boy, daniel+san, you karate boy
flame him on wax till the candle done, just watch me boy (watch me)
[?]
now you dead in leprechaun soup, n+gga, your luck’s up
as far as one’s respectin’ your stuff, ha!
make s+x with r+t+rded chicks and expect ’em all to be dumb f+cks
how you think you better than royce, you ain’t better than me
all that e equals m c squared, [?] n+gga, you’re just a squared mc
compared to me, [?]
this is crossing g’s as i get stoned in disbelief
any fans switch gone, i see they [?] swingin’
like the [?] that put the mix on
[?]
any rapper gettin’ picked on
me and royce grab a leg apiece and play wishbone
sick ’em boy, [fish home?]
not to glorify that kind of culture, i’m just a mortal
let you my hands go off like a sorcerer
i’m giving dizzy spells to everyone of your sissy [?]
you and royce cool now, so waste your [?] like [?]
rather throw ’em in middle of the ocean and wish ’em wells
she gave me all your info, so i f+cked her, i kiss and tell
now take this l
heaven’s where the win’s at
wow, foot up his ass ask vishis where’s the [?] at
[?]
i kick sh+t pows
but when you sit down, you the one that’s some sh+t now
i know they want [?], they shake earth proudly
but i’m lil [?] some boys from the hood, imma show ’em their first body
this n+gga royce them brought nerd [fans?] south
lupe angry on the live [burges?] out
you ain’t make a muhf+ckin’ [?] out your muhf+ckin’ [?]
[?]
i was like “sheee!”
if this n+gga’s a demon, what are we?
[?] mickey didn’t, you said i was cheerleadin’, well what was he?
my advice [?] fightin’ some weapons
try suicide by poisonous needle
since you like injecting yourself
another grown man told you to do sumthin’ or you break your leg [?]
what your punk ass do?
exactly what he said
n+gga, you’re a p+ssy
why don’t you purr lupe to bed?
i won’t continue to chit n chat with [frickin’ frat?]
ain’t no mo’ dissin’ back
from now on, anything you n+ggas rap is chicken scratch
two guns on me, they cl!ck n clack
chris wallace and tariq
n+gga, they big and black!
(gunshot)
[outro]
by the way i look at it
there’s two n+ggas punchin’ my brother
now they gettin’ their ass punched back
so, if they end up throwin’ another punch
somebody ass is gettin’ shot in the [?]
it’s aliengang, n+gga, f+ck your thought
[sicko?]

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