newwwclique - m0mmy sry (bepis pack rmx) lyrics
m0mmy sry (bepis pack rmx) lyrics
[intro]
but i don’t like pistachio!
then why did you ask for it?
[chorus: amy bestevez]
mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry
mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry
mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry
mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry
[verse 1: amy bestevez]
i just said the wrong words, how absurd
and the sky is so high, like a bird
got a pizza pie for the team, extra lurge
my only pr+noun is she, i’m sorry i can’t be her
kick it with your missus, she might call me a slur
j.k. rowling ass b+tch, better stay on your terf
they cannot understand the game, can’t comprehend how it works
if you told the truth you’d have no friends, i know that’s gotta hurt
[verse 2: totalf+ckingbliss]
mommy, sorry, your daughter’s a commie
i’m so based that i can’t get these b+tches off me
i’m sorry your daughter is such a degenerate
doing s+x work just for the f+cking h+ll of it
despite the fact that i swear that i’m celibate
please don’t get mad, i only sell foot pics
sorry, mommy, there’s darkness upon me
they are possessing me, they are controlling me
this the f+cking hyperpop biggie vs. 2pac
hands caught in the honeypot, lil b+tch, you are an opp
act this way irl and you will rot
your screen’s the only reason you’ve not
you might be as+xual but you’re a thot
gaslighting friends, we’ll see how many left that you’ve got
[verse 3: nasian]
you thought i was done with this sh+t
but i came back and snapped on a beat just to flex on a b+tch
you think you can scare me, you think you think you can silence me
b+tch i’m not holding my tongue, call that hitting a l!ck
whole team making you look like a meme
oh wait, that’s already in the name
all of these hoes, they fake
b+tch better run that fade
we all know what you did
b+tch, get outta my face
if you want the smoke, b+tch, ask for the sh+t
if you showing your ass, the whole room gotta ask for consent
wait ’til we get those screenshots sent
you ain’t poppin like blue, you ain’t no percocet
you ain’t take no accountability
hoes mad ’cause of my beauty
don’t blame your disabilities
you’re still a f+cking piece of sh+t
p+ssing on your labyrinth
b+tch, you’re f+cking dead to me
you’re the bestevez but not the best of it
everybody at they job but not at your set
[interlude]
but i don’t like pistachio!
then why did you ask for it?
[verse 4: ace smith]
y’all really on your sh+t again, i hear that you do this a lot
get burned like the forests, you like nfts, we got screenshots
quit minting those jpegs, we ain’t buying ’em, same as your fiction
couple of karens, you got what you wanted
switched up the appearance to make an eviction
turn up your vocals, let’s hear what you gotta say, it’s kinda bizarre
making that bass music so even my subs go hard
you’re a distortion of me
filling my shoes, there ain’t no sp+ce in them laces
b+tch i’m a hydra, cut me off, i come back
but you’re just a snake with two faces
let me tell you why, you’re running round telling ’em lies
making up tales and fables, shoutout to fox
i’m the epitome of everything the scene pretends to be but it’s not
building community, raising the underground up ’til we break through the top
you only care ’bout yourselves, like everyone else
hijacking avenue, b+tch, you’re the opp
i’m putting new features on wax
i’m murdering b+tches on tracks
and smoking on each of y’all packs
i’m screening the printer with fax
wait, screening the printer with fax
print screening, screen printing
keep with the facts, think that i’m hurt?
you won’t put me on a shirt
but i might go out in a skirt (0utskrrts!)
they treat me like amy
it seem like they hate me without even telling me
how many friends that you got
who gon’ find out that you just pretending to be
this sh+t really crazy, it made me a menace
i came so relentless from friend to an enemy
mountains made out of anthills
y’all treating that sh+t like a felony, agh
how you wishing that cops were gone but policing your people’s positions?
how you run a panopticon and still wanna abolish them prisons?
b+tch, make a decision
i doubled my standards like you did
for treating my friends with suspicion
creating division, speaking with derision
and lighting that gas and then trying your best to switch the definition
had to put ’em in the dirt, had to hit ’em where it hurts
sh+t, i already rhymed that, i’m running out of words
b+tch i came up out the ground and i slayed you with a verse
said they took off with your bag but they paid up out the purse
i don’t want anyone to forget it
y’all want this to die down, i’m not gonna let it
you and anybody who supports you can get it
and i ain’t giving no fencesitter no credit
all d+ckriders, you do you
just don’t p+ss ’em off or they’ll boot you too
stay in that stifled lane
you’ll get dropped if you get hot like butane
remember back when i was neutral
so many snakes disguised as mutuals
so many rats in our chats that you losers
should make a rat fest for supporting abusers
oh wait… we already got one of those…
sorry… mommy
[outro: amy bestevez]
sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?
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