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schuzzie rekords - supernova lyrics

[intro: kole spell]
yeah (laughs)
schuzzie rekords

[verse 1: kole spell]
call me the dopest. call me the illest
call the coroner, because you know i’m ’bout to k!ll this
my rhymes’ hard as liquor, and you know i’m ’bout to spill this
can i get in your panties, miss? can you give me a handy b-tch?
this game is like a toilet, and all i do is sh-t n’ p-ss
all you do is shoot and miss. i call rappers out
but not right now, because this ain’t no dis
but catch me in a week, i should be finished with that hit-list
ain’t n0body better than me
don’t believe? just wait and see
p-ss the weed. toss the keys
stoners driving, got it free
i stole it from your momma she
don’t mind me, cause she gets my d
you f-ggots must have ovaries
because ya’ll p-ssy out on me
now p-ss this sh-t to d.rho-skii

[bridge]
(laughs)
ahead of the game
d.rho-skii!!!

[verse 2: d.rho]
cold street, so you know i gotta keep the heat
i got some keys on the low, just keep it low-key
and i ain’t playing for all you n-ggas that know me
and i ain’t never touched drugs, i just smoke weed
all my n-ggas po’ lean, all i do is blow trees
n-gga, you know what i mean. d.rho-skii a dope fiend
and all ya’ll rappers ain’t sh-t if you ain’t got green
pocket full of dirty money, but the whip clean
i’m the same lil’ n-gga, ain’t sh-t changed
just copped two chains with [?] grain
new smith and wesson. now handle wit grain
you wanna test me like a teacher? bullets bust ya brain
i’ll shoot ya choppa [?]
i can’t ice all these n-ggas. just watch, no [?]
just sit back and load the reugar
k!ll yourself, the cause is probable
n-gga, i’m unstoppable. now hit this sh-t, m-possible

[verse 3: m-possible]
i’m a g, irl (huh?)
that’s why i took your g-i-r-l (f-ck you!)
because on me, there’s higher wealth
i kept it real, and that inspired sales. (sh-t…)
prior well? i wasn’t really admired. h-ll
they put me in a box. left me like tired gel
but i had fire spells to roast these f-ggots
whose goal was to make me in my entire, fail
and well? i’m still hearing it
even though, i’m a real lyricist
they hate cause i go full circle
while they, just build pyramids (new world order)
they say i belong in an insane asylum
“look at this kid. it’s like there’s no brain inside him!”
cause i’m creating violence, oh and i’m making lives end
apparently, i ain’t as fly as what you f-ggots can type in (f-ck ya’ll!)
i ain’t really k!lling, but you haters make me k!ll myself laughing
i’m so sick, they say i get ill, by well rapping. till i fail at it
wield michael’s spaz pen, to fulfill my derailed actions (turn it up!!!)
let’s turn the tone up, i spit the flow such
rappers use to grab a hoe’s b-tt
in short, half of me’s here to bone sl-ts
but it’s so big, half of me is my bone
it’s expensive, so don’t expect me to give no f-cks!
b-tch!
don’t judge, grown-up women suck both nuts
cause i blown up. get it? hold up
get a close-up of ya girl l!ckin’ the glaze off my donuts
people gonna cop the tape so much i end up on oprah
b-tch!

[outro: kole spell]
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