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moosey t - overkill lyrics

[instrumental intro}

[verse 1] (moosey t):
-pop pop pop-
that’s the sound of the beretta
leaving holes in your sweater
now tell me whose wetter
your mum’s p-ssy smelling like pure fetta
but she wants to suck my d-ck
should i let her?
mate, i’m not even going close to her cheddar
especially when it looks like the whole weld feed her
fam, it’s far too easy to bed her
not even a challenge, now who could respect her
certainly not me with a p-ssy that f-cked
f-cked, metaphorically and literally
now tell me whose to realest mc?
moosey t, that’s me
the man the myth the rude boy for free
whippin’, in my bmn 3
reppin’, my yellow versace
b-tches, get round my house for three
and we both know they all want the d’
chillin’ in my dressing gown lose the frown
don’t f-ck with me fam ’cause it will go down
i’m the king of rapping i need a crown
i’m the dopest mc around
try f-ck with me fam and i will leave you on the ground
you won’t be found
and neither will your boys
best play safe go back to f-cking with your toys
who the f-ck are you to start making noise
won’t be chattin’ nothin’ when my mg gets deployed
don’t even need a job to be earning bare coins
go up to your lady
set apart her groins
winnin’ bare t-tles unlike, david moyes
eatin’ fozzy crisps, a packet of mccoy’s
i ain’t sharing none of em, ask and you’ll be destroyed

[verse 2] (moosey t):
i suffocate your grime when i spit my hard pick
your mum’s busy, beggin’ me for the d-ck
mate, i’m not picky when it comes to the d-ckin’
but your mum is a no-no
not a fitty
i wouldn’t even give it to her up the sh-tty
purely just to avoid her cheddar cheese b-tty
b-tches say my c-m tastes nutty when they eat it like kentucky fried chicken fl!ckin’ dippin’ and shippin’
i’ll leave your bird drippin’ when i’m spittin’ and switchin’ and whippin’
you got no sh-t till i’m cuttin’ and zippin’ up
your bodybag after i cut you up i’ll rip off your dog tag
confirm you like a k!ll in cod
then put your bird in a gag
the whole world knows that your mum is a slag
wouldn’t dare give her a sh-g
but i’ll empty out my mag
into your chest
make everyone that knows you depressed
but really deep down you know your blessed
have me spit about you
and the whole world knows i’m the best
in the business, i really mean this
my boy swarm dog and i, never miss
packin’ bullets and knives and fists into your sh-t
and yes i will persist to add to my hitlist
how else will these b-tches, get dismissed
from the lives all you can do is go cower and hide let go of your pride it won’t do you no favours
you’ve already been ripped by swarm and moose
sent by god as rap saviours

[instrumental outro]

(halo announcer):
overk!ll!

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