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packgod – ishowspeed diss track lyrics

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[intro: ray charles, packgod]
hit the road jack, and don’cha come back
no more, no more, no more, no more
hit the road jack (come on), and don’cha come back (come on)
no more+
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: packgod]
now i’m finna+gonna get up on this motherf+ckin’ crack+head streamer tryna scam his fans
b+tch call himself “ishowspeed,” stop tryna show us yo’ underpants
boy really got famous for barking at people and doing a fortnite dance
this dude let a crypto scam spread his assh0l+ open for a hundred grand
d+mn sellout
you failin’ to handle the disses i sh+ll out
boy tried to mic up with me in his v.c. ’til he started crying and got ran the h+ll out
ain’t n0body give a f+ck about, “sewey”
gta stripper, you shakin’ yo’ booty
your facetimes with adin be gettin’ mad fruity
your music is more poorly written than luffy
b+tch, why you screamin’? it got yo’ fans creamin’
this man lookin’ like he’s possessed by a demon
you dated a man and could not even keep him
yo’ dad came on stream and then gave you a beatin’
wanna f+ck on ronaldo but can’t ever meet him
can’t ever see him, your hopes getting blurry
barkin’ at sh+t, you a closeted furry
nappy ass hair, man, them dreads lookin’ dirty
bro lost the d+mn private jet to a high five
that is the saddest sh+t i’ve seen in my life
swear this b+tch think he the wolf off of twilight
playin’ with adin’s b+lls, nfl highlights
[bridge: packgod]
lil’ b+tch, now i’m switchin’ the beat up
look like pre+k when yo’ fans have a meetup
get to the blazin’, this sh+t’s finna heat up
how yo’ name “speed” but you strugglin’ to keep up?
know what, f+ck this sh+t, adin ross, now i’m on yo’ head
still owe me 3k from that talent show, b+tch

[verse 2: packgod]
i am not done with you
f+ck yo’ lil’ chat, you ain’t gettin no “w”s
clout chasin’ friends, yeah, that’s why they all f+ck with you
sh+t’s gettin’ old man, we’ve all seen enough of you
all these girls on yo’ stream but not one gettin’ under you
it’s time you get checked, i ain’t talkin’ no elon
andrew tate’s d+ck only place that you be on
if bronny ain’t come to yo’ motherf+ckin’ life we all know that the sidewalk is where you would sleep on
flowin’ semi+automatic, put you in a packet
you a gamblin’ addict, fat, you look asthmatic
hoppin’ d+ck like a rabbit, this sh+t f+ckin’ tragic
you a little maggot, shut up, b+tch
yeah, like, how you 22 but lookin’ 38?
you scam yo’ fans, you makin’ millies off of stake
you sold yo’ soul to be they little f+ckin’ puppet
get a shirt and cover up your f+ckin’ gullet
beat him in a beatbox, b+tch i need a detox
adin got the top g gettin’ in his g+spot
runnin’ like some rebooks, gettin’ f+cked by zias
losin’ track of all the rappers that you’ve tried to beat off
b+tch, b+tch, yeah, better get me my 3k
told him to run that sh+t back like a relay
entire comedic appeal is to be g+y
lately yo’ vids bombin’ harder than d+day
yo’ brain cells be harder to locate than ceeday
b+tch you is more of a sellout than ea
yo’ sister be playin’ with b+lls, call her, “d wade”
d+mn, she nasty
packgod, motherf+cker can’t catch me
you rollin’ on the d+ck, rick astley
spit fire but these b+tches can’t match me



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