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the deesios - killin' shit lyrics

[chorus: big fat ass]
head real big, ego real big, d+ck real big, everything real big
i don’t got a d+ck but you know i got that strap on, it’s either black or grey like that robot n+gga megatron
oops i’m sorry i guess that wasn’t pg
big fat ass, no face, john cena, you can’t see me
you know i’m always real, “what’s up?” like i’m r+truth
b+tch my mouth hurt, omg girl that’s my wisdom tooth

[verse 1: big fat ass]
these b+tches be trippin’, water im sippin’, i don’t f+ck with lean cause i know that sh+t kickin’
my grandma be sh+ttin’, why the f+ck you in my kitchen? goin’ through my fridge man, i saw that cheese you been in
you mess with big fat ass and it’s gon be yo life, i came into yo crib and i stole yo wife
you smell like ass i bet you fart on pillows i got a f+cked up back like that animal armadillo
big ass n+gga that’s why they call me big fat ass, my ass still fat if you need proof then you can grasp
the deesios never miss, never fat always fit, sometimes my stomach hurts, man i need to take a sh+t!
this time it’s special cause now we got an album, if we were big i’m sure we would go platinum
the haters, i bet our name taste good on ya tongue, we goats like the foo fighters, y’know love dies young

[chorus: mc june roñé]
uh, i bet you know what’s up (up)
up like a cup (cup)
up in the sky (sky)
ha, that’s an oasis rhyme (wah, wah, wah)
you know we getting serious (serious)
we not getting delirious (‘lerious)
you know we getting serious
you know we (tell ‘em mc!)
[verse 2: mc june roñé]
ayo, it’s me, june roñé, yeah she back again
you know, i had some songs before, but here we just begin
beginning, with an inning like we playing baseball, i don’t chase, i just take, like i’m spitting (race talk)
we moving, ramping, speeding on, like i’m all up in nascar
talladega ain’t got sh+t when you got roñé spitting (5 stars)
i keep it big and fresh, and get it off my chest, so it don’t matter ‘cause you scared’, i’m supposed to care?
and i can keep it really c+cky, like a person from milwaukee, know i’m talking lots of sports, but not about no d+mn hockey (ugly ass sport)
i signed up to be great, and make good, big cash, i’m not here to be brash, just gotta move real like flash
for everyone who say they love me, know i love them too, don’t play around with my peoples or i’ll get you too
i’ve made mistakes in the past, you should have kicked my ass, that was the number one rule i should’ve used in school

[chorus: big fat ass]
ms june roñé just k!lled it, and you suck b+lls if you really ain’t feelin’ it
y’all eat d+ck like it’s pickles, i’m admitting it
and f+ck britt baker cause honestly she’s full of sh+t
you b+tches just as wack as britt, d+ckriding all the time cause you love some white chick
that could never be me, even though i’m curious
just kidding, i’m not a mark, now it’s time to get serious

[verse 3: d’archangel apaulyon]
fro so big, flow so big
d’archangel the reaper with the deesios clique
your flow’s so mid, don’t get split open, battle me and end up with a tag on your toe, kid (uh)
paul slaughter the verbal k!lling machine, there’s no rapper ill as me, each verse is a guillotine
you rappers be k!lling me, straight swearing they rap hard, but when i grab the mic, they start running like track stars
my motive? when i get beat on, smash, put me on blast, i make rappers look beyond trash
i’m my mark calaway bag, the undertaker, the verbal thundermaker with these bars, any one will break ya
mess around and get you and squad smeared, when i rap, the heavens cry, get it? i’m god tier n0body can k!ll it like paul will, all real raw sk!ll
you other rappers should all kneel
[chorus: nig reaper]
guess they saved the best for last i got some raw sk!lls, 10 dollars on this mic that’s a raw deal (dumbass)
my words are really hard to swallow like a large pill, feeling really bloated i just had a large meal
i’ma cut a n+gga down like i’m k!ll bill, i’m not no phony, i’m not a fake b+tch i’m the real deal running up and down the court like i’m o’neal
(how does that even correlate? i don’t know, just go with it)

[verse 4: nig reaper]
i’ma take a n+gga brim off his sh+t cause he’s cap, think you better than me yeah you know that’s cap (cap)
that’s like believing that obama wasn’t black (dumbass), that’s like believing that we not good at rap
the deesios running sh+t and you know that’s facts, you better stream this or imma hit you with a bat
i think i’ma go, snort some f+cking crack ion know n+gga, facts

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