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puke king – u don’t know (sam curtis diss) lyrics

[verse 1]
this ain’t even beef this is pork to the jewish
he can’t touch sick, now watch me chew him
i’ll flush him, this c-nt it just utter sewage
he lied on the radio when they interviewed him
he told them that rad’ had made him a beat but
that was a lie and not even a wee one
see some facts were not factual, not actual in fact
like the fact that dear h-ssan actually jacked that track
see for radio play you must pay the producer a fee
but h-ssan had haggled it down to be free
not very f-cking likely when you consider the small fact
that most of these beats, they’re leased through a contract
$24.99, that was the price right?
yeah but that’s not even the end of his lies
he said that the acapella had come seperate
rockitpro.com, the name of the song, just search it
(my way ft. marka)

[verse 2]
it’s no biggie, freestyle, c-nt i smell victorious
his name and his fame are as made up as his story is
jimmy kimmel with eminem, he said “if it rhymes jim”
you did too, plus folk say you sound just like him?
nah, you’re no asher, in fact you’re no rapper
your productions a joke you steal tracks you w-nker
(pacific grove? f-ck that! live to die, i entertain.)

[verse 3]
now his next big fable is his magical label
lets not even talk signing c-nts to his stable
like cammy or reiss or p-u-k-e
i don’t know about the first two but that last c-nt was me
you offered me cash if i recorded in a group with you
and you act like 2pac, like folk are actually shooting you
you laughed at my band, but here’s the part i laugh at most
you talk so much sh-t, as if you and ‘pac were actual close
daddy is a gangsta, aye f-cking right sam
who you telling that to? your f-cking right hand?
you’re like wink from 8 mile, dr. dre’s your uncle right?
and you and lil wayne are collabing, cos you’re so f-cking tight
but here’s the naked truth, i’ll be honest i’ll be frank(talk to frank)
you’re as troubled by drugs, as i’m troubled by tanks
(and i’m not. very much. occasionally..maybe at the weekend)

[verse 4]
you’re the woolworths of wordsmiths, you’re f-cking worthless b-tch
answer the call c-nt, but it won’t be the curtain, sh-t
you’re f-cking sh-t like -n-l, don’t laugh c-nt i’m serious
you’re such a lying b-tch, i bet you get a period
the bullsh-t you talk, i’m so sick of f-cking hearing it
evil mc dissed you, you didn’t diss back, fearing him
(admit it. dinae act like you weren’t. c-nt.)

[verse 5]
here’s a victory lap, like did he bite a puffy verse
listen on youtube, sam curtis is a worthless perp’
he sounds like eminem, it’s funny cos i didn’t know
that marshall was r-t-rded, lethargic and an -ssh0l-

- puke king lyrics

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