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scylence - hissin' lyrics

[chorus]
hissin’, i can here them hissin’
cut the head off of a snake, right after i diss ’em
shedding and leaving a trace, you my next my victim
who callin’, it’s b+tch ass snake that’s hissin’

[verse 1]
bucked a few shots in a diss, never gon’ miss
i don’t trust no b+tch or a fake ass bro that slips
you sorry that you got caught, you think you sl!ck, don’t trip
a hypocrite wit’ a d+ck, a dumb ass kid that ain’t sh+t
i took you outta your block
now you could be one of my opps
you had respect to the top
had your back on lock
i diss one or two on a combo
i bang on tracks like a bongos
a f+ck boy that care about follows
you a punk ass b+tch like lombo
are you dumb, stupid or dumb, you tweakin’
ahhh ha, ahhh ha, clowned you like it’s “off season”
you can keep on talkin’ your talk, but that ain’t a good enough reason
(sniff) ehh, i can smell the bullsh+t, you reekin’
why you need these woman to make you feel like you validated
p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy has always lеft your heart saturated
internal bleeding, pеriod, stain you, leave you emaciated
i diss you, you needing kemo like you be the next cancer patient
[chorus]
hissin’, i can here them hissin’
cut the head off of a snake, right after i diss ’em
shedding and leaving a trace, you my next my victim
who callin’, it’s b+tch ass snake that’s hissin’

[verse 2]
you f+cking who’s b+tch (huh)
you came and you switched, ain’t nothing but sh+t, i come wit’ a diss
i’m stealing your flow, right out my sleeves just like a new trick
hmm, we suppose to be boys but what did you do, you think wit’ yo d+ck (d+ckhead)
just know i don’t trust you boy, you hear it, i’m saying my (hold up)
cap, cap, all of that talk is cap
if i got a problem i “say sum”, got a bone pick wit yo ass
you thinkin’ i’m “cool wit’ it”, mmm mmm, whatchu been doing is whack
start beef with someone that raps, get got and left in tog tags
(hissss) you hear that, that’s beezo being a snake
this is as real is it gets, don’t act like something i ain’t
hold up, you suspect, smell p+ss, you run for that bait
get petty when you lie to my face
get served, do you like how it taste

[outro]
hissin’ (hisssss)

- scylence lyrics

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