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slashest – jeopardy lyrics

[verse 1: yukidomari]
yunk a little b+tch he tried his best said he gon’ try his luck
body built like mitch this muscle man thinks that i give a f+ck
send this b+tch to heaven if he step call that a sky walk (skywok)
he was spitting trash until i asked that p+ssy why talk?
ain’t n0body f+cking with yo team if you wanna catch a beam
i might up and shoot your legs until that p+ssy got a lean
i might shoot him in+between f+ck his life behind a screen
xanakin zip up your jeans we ain’t tryna see that bean
teaching a lesson to yunk he a learner
why the f+ck he look a little like jerma
if he be cooking i’m upping the burner
and wish him away like my name timmy turner
xanakin fat b+tch he eating a burger
i f+ck on his b+tch she get wet like a surfer
i’m slipping it in but i don’t mean to hurt her
e+f+cking this b+tch when i spank with my cursor

[verse 2: packgod]
we got h+lla disses we got h+lla bands
zeph can’t pull no b+tches cause his d+cks a crayon
xan screaming sh+t i just can’t understand
b+tch call me doja cat cause i be dissing all my fans
alright for 400 points
who’s built like a level 3 diglett, lives in a porta potty, and his favorite food is slashest’s ball sack?
oh! oh i know! i know! that b+tches name is zeph
pull up with my pistol on that b+tch i won’t leave nothing left
jewish rabbi ima circumcise you from your f+cking neck
“hey pack can i borrow 4 dollars please?” you falling in some debt
[interlude: grimmmey & packgod]
hey xan, i really hope you got my letter
about adding me to saber gang so we can both create together (what?)
i know i took your samples and made it sound harder
you called me your son man+

bro nah nah nah
shut up, shut up!
yo, grimmmey
yo, what’s good?
shut yo emo ass up

[verse 3: grimmmey]
b+tch!
i heard your voice and you sound like you’re lion maker
got that bag on me counting my f+cking paper
hit up sadfriendd so he can go save your track
got a forty on me and i’m spinning back
ayo willer you sucking on xanakin’s sack
after this track don’t hit up my jack
i’m lying b+tch send me some beats
before i press your number and press on delete
f+ck do you mean
you can’t f+ck with my team
i took your mask now i’m bout to beat my meat
i hit up slash now he rubbing on my feet
do 100 on the dash
i just busted in my jeans
[verse 4: packgod]
yeah now f+ck that stupid b+tch whose name is xanakin
yeah i’m choking out his hoe just like i’m anakin
now he frozen standing still just like a manakin
cause dr. yunk is right behind him and he’s ramming him
name is dr. yunk but you not a doctor
hang up your career call it john proctor
nerdy b+tch i’m gonna shove you in a f+cking locker
got a hunchback you look like mr. crocker
d+mn, d+mn!
b+tch look like mr. crocker
d+mn dr. yunk dr. f+cking yunk
got his momma and she l!cking on my f+cking junk
huh, huh
that’s the sound yo momma made last night
when she was at my house taking down my pipe
hitting combos on that b+tch i’m going left and right
and when i’m done i dip the scene you know i’m taking flight
it was the greatest day of your entire mother’s life

[outro: yukidomari]
zeph said he straight but he like bananas
xanakin rapping while wearing pajamas
i told yunk the truth bout santa
he isn’t real and he start getting sadder
all of that crack got stuck in his bladder
zeph think that his name marshall mathers
xanakin big and he can’t climb a ladder
all of your music it don’t f+ckin matter

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