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nortah melee - nortah cypher i lyrics

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[verse 1: dr. p]
you talk too much like a jrpg
i’m on the throne while you’re down on your knees
i’m on challonge running brackets with ease
i’m at game den putting hits on the cheese
please take a shower, you covered in fleas
delete your twitter, i’m sick of this meme
i don’t respect no fanboys of keem
n-gg-s keep clapping this must be a dream
land
man, i love cbt
d-mn, ain’t no playing with me
ooh, still play halo 3
yuh
castrate gamers?
castrate gamers
i’m writing fanfic
you’re writing papers
ooh, that’s a flex
ooh, got no ex
ooh, bottom text
ooh, i’ve never had s-x

[verse 2: dr. p]
feel like biohazard ’cause i’m chilling in the mansion
k!lling more n-gg-s than a crip or a klansman
banning all the f-ckboys
call me timmy hansmann
feel like every tourney tim ever got his hands in
dead, no red, no redemption
my stream got color correction
my d-ck soft, no erection
your bars soft, no direction
no alt-right, but i’m keking
man, f-ck that
got the head of a k-pop stan in my hand
god d-mn, take a look at my clan
young man, getting white -ss in the back of a van
on brand, like bran, i’m the king of the land
yuh
i’m rapping like a white man

[lane voicemail]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-cking

[verse 3: shel]
she see my snake and she call me big boss
you drinkin’ tap while i’m drinkin’ that voss
pull up on you like fidel on ross
when i come out, got the drip like sauce
we never fail, activate sage mode and pull out nine tails
we snagging cat girls, call that catching tail
halo, this b-tch got the gun plus the rail
no, this drips not on sell
pumping sh-t weekly
-n-lyze from second to second, our matches freaky
pick puff in my own lane, not stevie
this sh-t superst-tious on repeat
k!ll her with love, kiss shot
cod d-ck ops when i’m on top, make that cherry pop, can’t stop
soon as i step out, the cream of the crop
turn your b-tch on like i’m spike with a mop
my sh-t gon’ bang
times it by two like i’m grande and j
bebop it back when i’m talkin’ ’bout faye
all of these new thots be tryin’ the same thing
from the north like i’m jon snow, nortah dogs got the bite, ho
game den, h-ll ya!
slc, f-ck no!
like q said, “i went and f-cked her twice
and then i f-cked her sister in the same night”
this the nortah cypher, ’cause we did it right
did a u-turner, ’cause this sh-t is light
-random noises-
that’s it

[lane voicemail]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-cking

[verse 4: card games]
cocaine under my fingernails, call that a white claw
jerking my d-ck with a stranger, that’s southpaw
dripping in green like an anime bath, don’t need a sub i just watch raws
grill master, bobby flay, diamonds on my teeth like a buzzsaw
y’all sleeping on me, jigglypuff
yo girl sleeping on me, jigglystuff
too hot, can’t sleep
back to doggy cuz she like it ruff ruff ruff ruff -laugh-
ooh, and we going all night though
but that p-ssy too tight though
oooh, but i think that i might go
off
all of you n-gg-s too soft
i’m bout to box lara croft
things are about to get physical
please turn your head and then cough
i see a head-ss, i headb-tt, ram sh-t, jared goff
don’t like the way that sh-t felt, i do not give a f-ck, b-tch back off
only thing that you ever beat is your limp d-ck when you whack off
daddyofive, i beat kids, cody gets the belt when i p-ss off, b-tch

[lane voicemail]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-cking

[verse 5: codyofthecoffee]
pull up on me and i’ll burn you
boring flamethrower the urn tool
2000 degrees, it don’t burn cool
f-ck with me, it gonna hurt fool
tesla faster than a bullet
can’t hit me and you know it
i get the bread and i show it
don’t even act like you know sh-t
kanye 2024
i do not know what i want anymore
driving around ’til my -ss getting sore
sitting around drinking alcohol ’cause i am bored
switching the flow up, call you a ducker if you never show up
my raps will blow up, don’t drink the whiskey if you gonna throw up
hold up, blueberry weed a fruit roll up

[lane voicemail]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-cking

[verse 6: codyofthecoffee]
codyofthecoffee, i’m punching n-z-s
gonna need an ak-47 just to stop me
got a lot of money ’cause i joined the illuminati
if i take your girl then she is gonna call me papi
tesla got the fast speed
jokes so dry, they make your nose bleed
when i’m in vegas, smoke good weed
f-ck edm, i’m not tryna wear beads
drinking the bud like i’m post malone
lighting the bud like no-one’s home
making the beer flood like al capone
g not a gn-blin, you’ve just been gnomed
8 beers deep, i’m still goin’
i got so drunk that my ego is showing
i’d probably beat you in bowling
slash your tires, now your gon’ need a towing

[lane voicemail]
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-ck you, f-ck you
f-ck you, f-ck
f-cking

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