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sniper j - sorry not sorry lyrics

[intro]
oh sh-t
oh man
yo
uh

[verse 1]
i’m a pessimist with a att-tude
ready to hit some rapper fools
and if i’m p-ssed enough
then i’ll knock em out like a pack of brews
i’ll dress up like an anchor
announcing death to a m-ssive group
of people that hate you
so we’ll p-ss on your ashes after too
and i do
realize what i’m speaking is evil
it seaps through my lyrics
when i speak from my spirit
this is a preview
of pain
put into poetry pressed against you
i hope it offends you
that’ll arouse me enough to make me wet, ooh
my temple is god-gifted
like temples, my god
this kid’s a devil with bars
written so special kellogg’s
jealous i mentioned his body
(?)
so shout-out to kylie jenner and all of her relatives
all jokes aside
i’ve been holding emotions soaked inside
i am so surprised that i haven’t blown yet or folded, i
am a soldier i keep my component
but through verses n0body is safe
so just be prepared or ready to die

[hook]
talk your sh-t son
i don’t give one
sh-t unless you walk it
but if you walk it
just know i’m that
kid who f-cking lost it
now i don’t give a single f-ck
if you hate me, but say cheese
i’m taking shots at all you lame freaks today, jeez
get off me
i’m awfully exhausted, k!ll em softly
and if i offend you then i’m sorry i’m not sorry

[verse 2]
you cannot step on my pedestal
i’ll be the one, you all sentinels
yeah b-tch i’m feeling incredible
incriminate me now you’ll have to say edibles [?]
let em all talk while money, i’m getting more
[???]
you better vacate ‘fore i take blades to your fake face
and stab you
till you’re bleeding repeatedly in the same place
so don’t play games
insane, crazy, brain’s hazed
like stephen hawking on cocaine, i stay sp-ced, uh
you don’t have a gift
i should really come and smack you pr-cks
you been faking you not set to blow
that means that you be a strapped on d-ck
you f-gs ain’t sh-t, i’ll p-ss the fist
if you act like you ain’t a pacifist
i’ll have you st-tched with your face stuck to this hose
and let the acid drip
this game is my dharma switch
i be lost within it
my consciousness is constantly chopping these sloppy writtens
these flops he’s spitting
(???)
like a fat b-tch with an anorexic
leave after your c-ck’s diminished, uh

[verse 3]
you just entered a psycho’s head
i’m igniting elements
that frighten, jeopardizing
every 99th decipher gender
defying science just to strike up terror
incite pandemics of righteous feminists
writhing in plight as if i was em
my cynicism women find offensive
i’m a motherf-cker like i’m oedipus
purging these hoes, knives are ready
murder of crows, i’m fly to death
they say my bravado and dialect
is patronizing at guys who dress up
as women but i wouldn’t be giving two f’s
if i was (?) just like effeminate
my psyche’s treacherous
then i’m gon’ be sending letters
to every b-tch that i’m getting with
cause i throw d, i’m finna s-x her
ho-ly sh-t no nevermind
i’m a demon right?
so when i spit they say holy cow
cause i got beef with christ
now i’m a deist i done reapin’ your soul
i’m a goat in sheep’s clothing
you reap what you sow
that means you kids, death reapin’ you so
clothed in, then i go ham
you reap what you sow
b-tch

- sniper j lyrics

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