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seth bowman - on sight (feat. keenan layne) lyrics

[verse 1: seth bowman]
patiently waiting for this next release
i wanna see if he comes and he brings the heat
i want him to release everything up on this beat
don’t tell me how to do my job l!ck my meat
most you motherf+ckers never made a track
but you break your back to comment hate flak
i say one thing about eminem and clack
you f+ckers pop off like i stole your crack
but keep smoking that
i’ll keep smoking rappers
i’ll keep making motherf+ckers wet their pampers
(wet their pampers)
i didn’t do no harm i wasn’t dissing
i was showing you i could bar
(i can bar)
so get disarmed cause i wasn’t shooting shots at the lyrical tsar
(the lyrical tsar)
so l!ck my nuts from the top to the bottom like an ice cream bar
let it melt in your mouth
did i go to far
i’m letting off steam like s+x in a car
when i nut in your gut like caviar
don’t get blue in the face like avatar
(like avatar)
hang in there it’ll soon pass
when i cut some slack
when you’re hanging by the neck
in the gallows shack
i’ll let you dangle there like a ball sack
life in tennessee made you cry in the comments
he can’t rap man he’s so garbage
suck a f+cking pubic hair from my dong b+tch
my delivery is beyond a flow switch
(my delivery is beyond a flow switch)
[verse 2: keenan layne]
yo
when you stepped in my lane you started this game
now let me explain sh+t ain’t the same
you’re just fanning my flame when you try to claim
i can’t do rap or i should give it back
f+ck that launch your rap attack
then let me talk back
cause we’re back in black
gettin’ blood on my packs f+ggot (f+ggot)
you half ass your rhymes
see mine are crimes
no more makin’ dimes
i’m makin’ dollars
coinin’ phrases for scholars
with a pen and a pad
i give em this and that
this is trap sh+t
yo f+ck it man just rap sh+t
i’m the best on the field like a quarterback
and i’ll slice you in half like a lumberjack
i’ll turn your ass into a paperback
now it’s time for some payback b+tch
you think i don’t know it i hold it true
everything that you put me through
i’ll choke you till you’re f+ckin’ blue
i’m through with the sh+t b+tch
get it through your head
fore’ i fill it with lead
uh now back it up i’m bout to bring it up
everything you said got me seein’ red
soon you’ll be dead from a bullet to the head
you know what i said
i just laid these p+ssies to bed (to bed)
you’re a f+ckin’ sped and your b+tch gave me head
while i was layin’ in your bed
yeah spread you over this beat
and remember if we meet
[outro: both]
it’s on sight g

- seth bowman lyrics

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