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legible - 50701 lyrics

you probably thought i wasn’t gonna reply…and i wasn’t
but i figured this is right in time for your stupid project to drop
i like skittles better by the way

(verse 1)
you know i’m always in the mood to k!ll a f-ggot
but let’s get it straight i’ve been impatient
wasn’t even gonna diss you in antic-p-tion
you were just a name i listed, wait up just a minute
made it out the trenches with aggressive cadences
and filled my pages with a little pain that dissipated when i dissed you lames
address the way i went insane
i didn’t have no clothes for school, i’d wear a fit of rage
i lift the stainless pistol, aimin’ at your little brain and watch it spray all on the wall, that’s how a mental picture’s painted
quit complaining’
writing music like you’re friends with satan
dressin’ like you’re from the middle ages
when it comes to suicide you’ll get the hang of it
i’m diggin’ graves when pennin’ pages
i can’t tell the difference tween your ashes and my pencil shavings
could your bars be more see through?
i’m 40 seconds in and i already beat you
at least you were keen to it
and had the b-lls to reply, but i’ll put you to sleep like keems music
kick madi’s lip till it leaks fluid
i’m a domestic abuser but you beat me to it
keep it movin,’ gotta heat the booth
yeah i took 7 minutes you wrote less just to cover up the fact you couldn’t think through it
i ain’t gotta visit wisconsin to be in madison, let the crew hit it
she’s learned to live with disappointment, i guess she’s used to goin’ 2 minutes
that’s how she vibes to your songs- it’s repet-tive and she knows it won’t last long like a dmt trip
you could never lift the crown -go to 24 hours, you’ll never be fit for the throne
while you drive your rusted up jeep talkin’ bout how you got push starts on your whip
i couldn’t believe that your life was mess, with that extra thumb still never got a grip
i’m so tired of these hoes trying to expose lies that i dont hide so go try it. talk about a flat wheel when i slash all 4 tires
18 and washed up like low tide
and your flows dry while your dad
spends all his days in the unemployed line
go find a job for your father
maybe he could be your ghost writer
your beat was made by left brain i always knew that you didn’t use both sides
i could throw your ig in the high seas and you still wouldn’t have a low profile
tall white dude about time i picked on somebody my own size
don’t mind me in my mobile home while i wrote my
dope rhymes but i ain’t gotta do this cause i wanted to impress
i made it known that i’m thought of as the best
yeah i went to cf high, got a waterloo address
i’ve been livin’ in the

(hook)
50701 in the cold sun
where they tote guns
i just use words, i ain’t never have to load one
don’t run, you had the nerve to reply
when you die i will do it in cold blood
there’s no heir to my throne son
i could rap this song in one take and i wouldn’t use both lungs
you get no love, you want beef like a cold cut
lyrical giant just woke up- fee fye foe fum

(verse 2)
anybody listening to this will remember- duck my shots or get schooled
just a long haired, pencil armed outcast f-ggot who wants to be cool so he raps and wears supreme then unironically juuls
and he’s a probably suicidal
if i looked like that i’d probably do it
over a hunnit songs what happened to quality music?
i pen these pages through a lens of hatred
you get decimated without hesitation
go and test my patience
when you’re making music doing all your stupid lil d-cky imitations
its a bit outdated and my fist’ll make you kiss the pavement uh
now increase the volume
till i beat it out you
can you tell me how it feels to have fans that don’t like you as an artist they only like you for your comedic value?
thinkin’ your music is serious
n-body’s moved by your lyrics
your goofy appearance puts you in a box, i feel stupid just blarin’ it
thank you for calling me eminem, a legend
i’ve never heard a truer comparison
beast mode
and i really ain’t like you men
with the weak flows
i ain’t with these fake vitamins like placebos
and i heard your ep bro
who would’ve known that you’re a g-y cyclist?
i’m lethal
didn’t join the game to be friends
not evil, but i gotta play like i am
make you bleed slow
sound like filthy frank on the pen
i’m unique hoe
but call me shady i ain’t even upset
but it’s clear that you’re neurotic inside and it bothers you, you wanna sob but you’re awesome at hiding it
like a glock when i’m writing it- you get shot in the side with it
yeah i overdosed, never been afraid of popping a vitamin
stay out of rap it’s not your environment
i can’t even dumb myself down enough to think of lines just for mocking your style with
so i’ll stab you with an ink pen then use shakeems dreads to mop up the tiles with
i’m done with these fools that
-ssume zach has used rap to sell his tunes fast
i could k!ll anybody on boom bap
or i’d use trap
any beat is the recipe for a monsoon match
you get one diss a piece
i lift the heat like the temp just peaked
i bless the beat
you care bout what i do? cause i thought i was a n-body now what?
and i won’t drop the hatchet till it’s really buried beside you
ya’ll finished

and i don’t care if you reb-ttal jay
i’m not responding
anybody else who wants it can get it tho
one track a piece
sorry bout your dog madi, but you ain’t got a boyfriend now either
you know where i’m from

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