quickee dee – heat lyrics
b-tch i ain’t got no heat? both of your high -sses can go take a seat, you finna get exposed im bringing back this beat, i haven’t even started yet, im giving you a chance to fleet, okay you ready? lets get it. angela, dead-ss b-tch you head-ss snitch, saying you don’t like these freshmen, i see, you and john can have your lil session, not to mention, when you hear this i’m finna be in your blessin, this was going to be track 11 but f-ck that, ill keep it closer to your iq so i guess its now 7, lyrical slaughter is my talent, f-ggot, we all realize your all over every guy like a motha f-cking jacket, but i never heard john complaining he never said he wouldn’t tap it, but f-ck it he would prolly f-ck even if you were a brain dead maggot. i dong give a f-ck if you say my music is trash like leaving ohio, you were probably what i meant when i said bye hoe, keep this diss in your mind for a while, this will make you f-cking frown so i can give myself a smile. you should a listened when the guy in the background said shut your high -ss up, but looks like imma do it for him, b-tch you got a big forehead, and we all know your all for head, you f-cking pencil neck, wait give me a sec, this beat is wet, just like you so need to sweat, i’m better yet, then your f-cking mind set, these rhymes are piercing through what left of your brain like a bayonet, people say your easy, but your over easy, like an egg, the yolk already popped, so your brain is scrambled like my omelet, not to mention that i’m lit. you f-cking pot head, we need you to just drop dead, f-ck it enough said
john you started this sh-t, so now i’m finna end it with this, never f-ck with me again. but i guess if you want to keep talking sh-t ill come back with more. thinking i’m f-cking around, well i’m not so keep talking, i k!ll everything, i k!ll everything
john, your f-cking wrong, wheres your music at, you say my music is sh-t but you reference to my first song, but b-tch you stupid as f-ck, go take another rip of the bong, ill give you a chance to take this over, you can say we were kidding and i will just play along, sike b-tch, i’m playing you like your playing angela just so you can get into her thong. sh-t you used to be my homie, but i guess you can’t handle your sh-t because you got me f-cked up like you smoking dody. i guess your stupider than you act, keep coming at me with sh-t you finna get b-tch smacked, you look like a frozen burrito that’s been compact, i should stop with this diss, but this is something i cannot retract, he’s prolly gonna say this is sh-t, but on the inside he doesn’t know how to react. this is lyrical fire, something you can’t decipher, whoops i’m using big words, that’s another thing i won’t retire the urge to spit fire. i wish i could say that i felt bad, but i feel nothing, we all know you like my music, sh-t who are you bluffing. you only listen to my music to make fun of it, that’s funny, well sh-t let me give you a little run for your money, every time you listen to my music literally handing over your money, you don’t need to donate your blood, here ill give you back your $50, just call me the easter bunny. im done spitting these chunks that i’m blowing, leave me alone, if you know whats best for you, if you don’t well them imma just keep going
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