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r.a official - leprachaun lyrics

lord have mercy on the way i k!ll. i swear this is the way fill. this only a friendly compet-tion. this wasn’t a beef attended so sit and listen. you said save myself from making a diss song well i made a wise decession. let me show you in the game where i stand in my possestion. i’m actually laughing at this. a pr-ck had the audacity to say i suck d-ck. okay call me a lil b-tch dog. i sink my fangs into this lil broad. you called me a b-tch you a midget lepracon. i love your flow why so monotoned . franchini? you no alcopon. nor a franchise. not only are you small in size. you going to be small in life. you will be famous for never rising up rosa parks during civil rights . i remember you said you so nice you would get me signed . i spit lyrical bullets at this fat f-ck m-ssacre on one n-gga but i make it look like a colombine. imma hunter. and i just found a small fat prey. keep that job at pizza town that’s the only time you will ever get paid. when you hook its like stabs in my ear drum. f-cked your life up. its funny how you diss and shout me out and diss again. that’s how you know you fake you a good actor for playing pretend. you should audition in shows for a comedy sketch. you funny talking about being the best. never knew you full of humor. you talk about my bars it knocks your brain loose till a tumor. you weren’t expecting me to reply. when you rap i need two tissue piles. both my ears need to be closed. you so small your the size of shaqs f-cking choad. imma k!ll this f-ck with this murderious flow.you right you could be a famous entertainer. you can be the joker of the rise of the famers . you say your going to be famous. how are you planning that if your no where near the greatest. you didn’t even hit the 1k mark on a single song. you one small d-ck feed back from b-tches from hong kong. you tired of my style. you one wining child. you a amaeture on these beefs. you found it corny earlier how do you start with me . again you a lame actor. your not even a worthy challenger. after that mixtape you think you can be c-cky. you a scrub i knock you and kanye down like rocky. producers won’t sign your -ss even if you were on your knees. you said i should be honored to be mention b-tch pleased. you are a franchise the record broken for the worst flow ever. you ain’t making no one wet like africa weather. can’t rip on the name official because the name even starts off real. you can’t stand tall on the charts nor reality even with heels. b-tch you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting. middle school days you started hating. i was prepared for your -ss. no matter the shout outs i give it still doesn’t change my opinion of you your trash. you think you dead news now. you start dead and then you move more down. now you straight ash that i use as dirt to stain your papers. imma take your burnt corps and step on your lyrics and sh-t on the face of death your f-cking neighbor. you about to expect your rap life dead quicker. like you literally you won’t get bigger. you a bad joke. snorting sugar instead of c0ke. you being the best is like martin luther king wasn’t african american. you can’t say sh-t bout us muslims we rule sh-t like malcolm x and the president. i love how you called me a small dog. you a small pup i sh-tted on you now you a sh-tsu. go ahead make fun of my race it will prove how dumb is you. imma small dog? i’m one man wolf pack. the handle of the game you hold on to pulls back. it don’t want your -ss. i’m a monster full of energy like the monster can. i see through this broad like a cat scan. you said you cat like tom. so you admit losing to me if i’m a small b-tch dog. marcel will start off. and imma finish you off. take your worthless head put it on a todom pole. light it up use it as my torch. and then imma flame your corps. p-ss on your grave. and sh-t on every track that you record. i showed you my music to fear it. stop calling yourself a poet you know sh-t about keeping rap coherent. this rap war you rip that white flag. you already surroundered so pack your bags. you a b-tch sending that diss track out. you mention me in it but can’t show me it. man f-ck this. i’m done with this crack hyped -ss rapping sh-t rest in peace sean nisivic

yous a lepracon (hook)

note this was all for fun i didn’t attend to beef

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