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slump t - roast track lyrics

verse 1:
chillin in the stu bat, boys chiefing my packs
got an e in math, and i failed calc and stats
you be on the milton track, but i’m runnin double laps
i be chilling in the booth, cooking up that jazz
tossin them rips man, where the d-mn bills at
imma throw my hands where your f-cking stomache at
we gonna pull up where your baby girl at
i be runnin through these tracks like a running back
driving my whip but i ain’t rent that
sh-t you be saving, i already spent that
yo baby girl be blowing like br-ss
girls be so fake, they be wearin a mask
dumb feminists be brittle like gl-ss
your spits are trash and beats are wack
wrote this verse with a brand new rhyme
never see me cuz i’m working all the time

verse 2:
you ski in the winter and play tennis in the spring
being in the friendzone, so hard its gotta sting
at best, you be getting ferbie sloppy seconds
sittin with your hand in your pants while you textin
you claim your from the north sh0r-, but never come on excursions
that explains why you’d be a 40 year old virgin
here comes my main point, you can call it my thesis
you have the body build of a f-cking female fetus

pay attention, im driving like i am at the weston
you and ferbies tension, you got no connection
over-obsession, i guess you made a bad impression
look at your reflection, all i see is an actual freshman
ditch the boys to spend the summer with your lover
better get to cover cuz there is a storm and i’m the thunder
hittin up your mother, shes a sucker for the lumber
she only hit your number, lookin for comfort when she suffers
try to hide it, overly excited, her relationship was over
it was about time, you been trying since last october
you don’t have the composure to go forward, shes left a loaner
and you grow older, ego lower, chip on your shoulders
the fight is more than verbal, and i know my words are hurtful
you be crying in your journal, how you get less box than a circle
my raps whole truth, all my lines are purposeful
and everything i spit is fire, this whole track is burnable
my roasts k!ll like diseases that are terminal
so when i’m coming at your life, you better take it personal

- slump t lyrics

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