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kwebbelkop - weak links lyrics

[intro]
what up boys and girls, ha, ha, ha, welcome to the one and only diss track, let’s go

[verse 1]
time to get at this child throwing tantrums, it’s gross
watch me spread jelly thin like nutella, he toast
i’ve never seen a p-ssy with 3 dogs, what a misplacement
in his girl’s parent’s bas-m-nt, still wearing k-swiss
playing video games, bringing home turkey bacon
found in green onesies, baby bottle adjacent
yelling, we heard him, crying, we heard him
kicking, screaming and throwing sh-t, please somebody burp him
a rugrat with a frito-lay chip on his shoulder
mad at my success that i’m spittin’ like cobras
got promoted on his job from dreamcast to genesis
smoking brown cannabis, swallowing danimals
he know he can’t touch me, i’m quick on my feet
i double dutch on the dutchie, annoying the ugly duckling
shorter than ya’ cash you make from mashing b-ttons
diaper change needed, you sh-ttin’ a storm cussin’

[chorus]
i know two hoes, jelly and slogo
trash in the ozone, two of my children
two b-mmy bozos, so what you wanna do
i got two weaklings in my crew
two bowls in a public restroom
and i’m taking a deuce, ain’t no making a truce
i got a son y’all

[post-chorus]
jelly and slogoman i’m coming for ya’ boy, get ready

[verse 2]
josh be trippin’ off the money i acquire
always late, sucks at video games, ugly attire
my advice is stay away before your dog becomes astray
think you’re smart, but your iq, lower than brakes
why you wanna play with me, you suck at video games
put ya’ whole style to shame, my wild again
slogoman or pinocchio man
all ya’ lies having money higher than mine, that’s a no-no man
always brag about your english traits, meet me in the states
for a cup of tea, you don’t wanna f-ck with me
i’m dapper in luxury, you leasing
i’m rolls royce breathing, you half decent
pushing a black prius, i pack a punch to slap defense
h-lla’ honeys rejected you last weekend
you’re a paramecium, you bore me to death
i stop you mid sentence, horrible breath
since red is ya’ favorite color, .44 to ya’ chest

[chorus]
hoes, jelly and slogo
trash in the ozone, two of my children
two b-mmy bozos, so what you wanna do
i got two weaklings in my crew
two bowls in a public restroom
and i’m taking a deuce, ain’t no making a truce

- kwebbelkop lyrics

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