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taky - smmelegy lyrics

don’t ever mention my sister n+gga
you’re a fool for making me pull the trigger
if i’ve got no talent, then you’re a fluke
you’re an overrated egotistical gook

you’ve made one big hit; you think you’re the sh+t
you’re legit ricegum, that was only round one
you bring up your wrongs and you push em to the side
you stealing all those songs and them rhymes
you’re committing real crimes, by taking those lines

for a god you sure like sinning sometimes
it’s odd, you think you’re winning in rhymes
you think you’re all sl!ck, but they’re really just dry
you ain’t a real artist, you’re r+t+rded
call your sh+t infinite, you’re a bootleg chillinit
couldn’t spit bars with a gun to your head
you’ll be ended by my lyrics laced in lead

you’re known for all the bad sh+t you do
why you asking me, for something new
if infinite’s the best that you got, i’m taking a fat sh+t on you
thought your diss was a k!llshot
wrong b+tch, you missed a spot, hit me with that leg shot
thought your sh+t ended me, enemy
this is your elegy

infinite energy, all of that sh+t talk, it ain’t offending me
the breakup, yeah, it ain’t offending me
cuz i got rid of that b+tch in the end, are you hearing me
you ain’t scaring me
i can relate to more rappers than you
half your diss ain’t true
you think you’re shady
you think you’re crazy
but you don’t know what the f+ck i been through

i rapped slow, so you turned up the speed, but you can’t keep a flow on a beat, ain’t getting any dough or a feat, your sc, hasn’t hit a hunned that’s peak

egos the only thing keeping you intact
biggest f+g i’ve heard on a mic that’s a fact
but you really saying you’re better that’s whack
but a beretta ain’t ever gonna do sh+t against a mac

old relationships, not affected
sense your bullsh+t, that’s detected
your diss man, i am offended
my music’s been viewed by boost collective
and you’re ass still stuck on the autism spectrum

that hopsin line, it was miles apart
then you stole the real sh+t straight from the drop the mic verse of kevin hart
he’s a comedian, immediately that makes you a joke
you ain’t real n+gga, colonel sanders secret ingredient for rapping like a demon beating up a beat again, i’m the satanist, k!lling priests sitting on my waiting list

i look like toad, but you’ve got a mop
this bot really said “number one spot”
shots, so you make up sh+t about “underage s+x”
god bless, you confirmed you’re a virgin, show your low self+respect, checkmate, and debate, mate we ain’t playing chess, jadakiss
fanboy over lil tecca and juice wrld, purloin quadeca’s verse i heard
call yourself a god, but you’re nowhere close
disguise glass looking ass, with that bigass nose
i end relationships, you get stuck up on hoes
if you’re still breathing, how do you sound outta breath, every single mof+ckin note

- taky lyrics

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