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son ov sam - under the influenced lyrics

now i’m taking a breath
i’m barely trying anymore my brain is vacant, i left
just like all them f-ggot rappers quick to claim they the best
lil whatever my n-gga i’m coming straight for your neck (ah)
“eminem doesn’t have to rap with the n word”
he’s a f-ggot little p-ssy, real n-ggas never get censored
f-ck these n-ggers man i’m racist as sh-t
and if i never make it rapping i’ll be raping ya kids
i’ll probably rape my mother after for the sake of an itch
and have my one little fan
“like yo samuel that’s sick”
synonymous with ominous
nostradamus’ promises
i’m taking over dominant province
with incompetence
stop with the compliments
i’m getting over confident
i don’t even spit bars no more i think i vomited (vomit sound)
i think i’m forming like man, jenner
to transgender
to tarantula
perpetual pendulum
i hit a tranny with an automatic tranny
a transmission
i transition
when i’m on some xannies
i make a f-ggot do acrobatics
when i’m erratic
i make em panic
i don’t g-y bash
i make em vanish
they need a bandage for kanye west
and adidas damage
too much kim kardashian -ss is what he needs to manage
he should’ve beat a b-tch
for being so conceited with
the silicone within her thong
bouncing like barista t-ts
i went down on young ma
and found a p-n-s
shes not the cleanest
so i guess i’m like bottom feeders (ah)
alright tho
like she knew she a dike tho
you about the 5th rapper
being cruel with a dike joke
a tight rope like its cool to be psycho
but imma diss the little b-tch for being new to the mic tho
i might blow
like a fusion of michael
blowing bubbles in a room
soon as the lights go
hit a high note
for -ssuming that i don’t
got black within my soul
like it’s true vitiligo (ah)
enough with the peter pan
a beat a meter man with a feeder machine and eager hand
then i proceed to my plan
tie him in my bas-m-nt
you never see him again
i can be seen his skin
we never seemed to be friends (man screams)
i spit sh-t that’ll hit pac outta cuba
and give big poppa the blood clot in his medulla
and if big punisher wanna smoke up the lye
then i can give the ruler the woola and socialize
i’m big l resurrected and for the record i wreck records i rep
verbally a weapon (ah)
like an ak
i spray from far away
and have mcs on they knees like pardon me (ah)
but i f-ck with you n-ggas
i swear to god we still homies
you look lunch to me n-ggas
better say it with ya chest when you in front of me n-gga
and show me the f-cking respect that you want from me n-gga
look, i be rapping
like b rabbit
a beast habit
i be stabbing
these weak rappers that keep yapping
and now they crying like” this happened to me, why the f-ck does god hate me why this happen to me”
they got there mother checking under bed
asking bout me
and if i ever end up coming
heads would duck underneath…
(uh) this is kendrick lamar duckworth
(uh) get sent to lord blood first
(uh) i’m f-cking you up much worse
than a n-gga with the inflection of getting b-tt first
(uh) i said i’m f-cking with you sh-t heads!
n0body want a jcole album you f-cking d-ck head
wale ain’t got fans
so why would i even diss him
big sean ain’t got no fans
so n0body is gonna miss him
now drake is like the new elvis
that’s trying to steal riddim
now he’s trying to steal rhythms
and writtens are still bitten (d-mn)
and i’m still waving middle fingers f-ck pappoose!
f-ck token
f-ck afro
man and f-ck dram too
desiigner could get co signers
and it’s f-ck them too

- son ov sam lyrics

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