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midknyte – duck, duck, goose! lyrics

[intro]
(+geese quacking)+
(“i have one shot. one. shot.)
(+missile launcher shoots+)
(+explosion+)
(woo!)
(woo!)
(woo!)
(woo!+)

[verse 1]
the stakes had to come to this
talkin’ about ferraris, that’s a mistake you should drop from this
cop some compton sh+t
obviously your ears are made out of cotton this
diss is not a wish list of mischief for christmas
unlikely you’ll be droppin’ sh+t
but with your mouth you’re really poppin’ sh+t
so fatherless
you couldn’t bother, this diss is
for a toddler
kid, you better be spellin’ me right
lemme see
it’s midknyte, it’s not a spellin’ bee
you just drop capital zeros like the letter z
non+rappable euros, so, no money but ecstasy
[pre chorus]
you’re late!
wait, what’s that?
(+geese quacking+)
(quack! quack! quack!)
(woo!)
you better!+

[chorus]
(duck, duck, goose!)
never wanna admit
you’re ass, trash and sh+t
(duck, duck, goose!)
start over again
put the pan to the pen
(duck, duck, goose!)
no grind on your mind, you’re pacin’ it
i’m sour because time is lime and you’re wastin’ it
you better!
(duck, duck+)
(woo!)

[verse 2]
have some sympathy
grab some empathy
raise your hands
raise your hands
raise you razor blades in the sky like some fans
that’s what you can’t stand
you a trapped man
call you trans
because you a stuck duck
that’s why i call it duck duck goose
raise them hands higher!
you better duck, duck
or you’ll get ya blood sucked like a vampire
you’ll lose
i’ll get the confetti
ya better be ready to admit that it’s a lie, i lost like fetty
you’re lucky that the noose used to loose
pie toss, you need to be steady
my cross, aimed at you, you’re sweaty
man+
[pre chorus]
you’re late!
wait, what’s that?
(+geese quacking+)
(quack! quack! quack!)
(woo!)
you better!+

(chorus)
(duck, duck, goose!)
never wanna admit
you’re ass, trash and sh+t
(duck, duck, goose!)
start over again
put the pan to the pen
(duck, duck, goose!)
no grind on your mind, you’re pacin’ it
i’m sour because time is lime and you’re wastin’ it
you better!
(duck, duck+)
(woo!)

[bridge]
(i)
so many lies when they rappin’
(try)
wanna fight? no they cappin’
(to not die)
wanna lie? talk about trappin’
(so i+)
(try+)
[verse 3]
i try to defend you
ima win while i end you
you’re like “dad i made it”
it sounds automated by dall+e
plenty state of serenity in a amenity
about to assassinate you j.f kennedy or gandhi
sorry i was wrongly dissed by your ghost writers
“my stuff is cold” it’s colder than ghost rider
my bad yo, cus’ even ghost writers wouldn’t write that sh+t
cappin’ your raps about “opps”, i opt you to stop
yappin’ about bullsh+t
you’re not cool kid
you full of sh+t
because in the real world that sh+t you pulled in your raps
would be legit cr+p
forget that
pretend that was non existent
king of my own castle
they call you an assh0l+ because you spew sh+t
that’s in a crumbled paper in the trash
so bad, it’s sad
no dad, fits, spaz+ses on the mic like a crippled dyk+
or a schizo on benzos or a tripled mic
the pick to like, ratio is kinda kicks to no sight
like ice under refrigerator
singe my revenge+anator
had to pin a traitor
hi, incinerator
double penetrator
bye, see ya later
[outro]
(+geese quacking+)

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