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the marine rapper - holy smokes lyrics

[intro]
to the guy who blowing smoke
my son, he can say what he wants
my baby’s billboard, and he’s not
he’s jealous of your success
he even tried to steal your beat, but failed
so, devil dog, sick ’em!
ay, so listen up (yeah)
there’s this guy named marcus, right? (aight)
and he has a gap so big in his t++th (that what?)
that he whistles and you can hear a lisp everytime he speaks (t+haaa!)
and that’s the guy who wants to battle me (haaaaaaaaaaaa+ha+ha+ha!)
this half a beard having (haaaa+a+ha+ha+ha!)
this half a rap having (ahhhhhhhhhhh!)
this krusty the crab (get ’em!)
this krusty the clown (get ’em!)
oh my god, trying to come at mе? (yaoh!)

[verse]
i’m mr mr do not mention tmr tmr, acronym but
this lil marcus got me mixed up with his friеnds (why you so ignant?)
you begin it, but i finish
you wanted smoke, this is your ending
i’m from the land of “doctor, doctor”
you better hide, i drank elixir
there’s a gap between me and you, but i’m not talking about your t++th dude
there’s a gap between me and you, but i’m not talking about your beard dude
there’s a gap between me and you, but i’m not talking about our lyrics
there’s a gap between me and you, and i heard they got a job for you (for you, for you, you)
screw that 3k, use it on ortho
california, i’m an orca
and lil merc is in my water (water, water, water, water)
go and delete that diss you thought of
on may 6th, but never dropped cause
everyone knows the marine will wash ya (wash ya, wash ya, wash ya, wash ya)
gotcha, gotcha
look what you started, this never stopping, for lil marcus, you not an artist
moment of silence for dearly departed (+sniff+)
i smell a body, it’s lil marcus, jealous we charted
and he got nada, so you are bothered
i never wanted to do this, i was just making my music
i was just chilling at home, when i heard someone was hooping
hollering: “suicide” stupid, everyone look at his toofus
marcus’s mouth is closed, i still see his uvula moving! (ahhhhhhhhh!)
unfortunate, you wining, put a cork in it
you sounding like a trailer with some cattle and a horse in it
your voice is sounding horrendous, he done, so put a fork in him
you sounding like the garbage disposal with an assortment of forks in it
bound to, bound to, bound to, bound to, bound to, bound to sink
when you play games with the battleship, you surely bound to sink
someone get this nappy+bearded rapper a brush and some grease
and it’s not about the politics, you just are buggin’ bee
i could, i could, i could be gay and liberal
argue gender and rainbow flag throw glitter
and march with citizens all through san francisco
and change my genitals, still more man than marcus is
ask d.cure, poker bear and get dealt
that’s a solid tear you’ll be playing yourself
michael bootleg jordan, put the #flameon himself
i’m that m+16 marcus aimed at himself
burning you up inside
that conservative with these rhymes
are steadily topping charts while you acting all tough online
quick to point the finger but you need to realize
that the guy inside the mirror got you feeling victimized
i know you insecure, rockin’ back in yo’ seat
thinning eyebrows so i know you got that low t
degrading all the women in everything you spit out
not your mom, me or the dentist is proud of your mouth
your raps are the same as them rappers uncreative and
worldstar hating it! blue check paid for it
same with your articles, no one saying they saving ’em
your music no one playing, so racial slurs you are slanging ’em
it’s funny how you dummies called me rocket raccoon
next week, chris pratt, he was rockin’ my tunes
next week, you’ll beg me to take things off of itunes
cause the whole world’ll know what i did to this fool
stop your yapping, think i care that you’re a battle rapper
i started laughing, cause i really been to battle, rapper
don’t mean chiraq, i mean iraq
this dweeb don’t have the guts, like his marine grandad
know you wanna be like me and topher so bad
know you wanna talk about 2a in your raps
tyson, bryson better, also watch who you tag
cause craig looooooong will fold you in half
you’d still suck if we had toured in that old deloreon
went to that house party, they’d say “boy get this young merc: man he’s so boring
get him outta here!” sorry kool herc exploring to show how bad he is
and i am the diss emporium that’s destroying you
come from the future year 3064 and i am the hip hop historian
this the point where we celebrate your memorial in memorium
[outro]
holy smokes (well i’ll say)
man i love a good service (me too)
i love celebrating (what?)
the death of somebody’s rap career (beautiful, beautiful)
ay but look at the bright side (what?)
marcus harris (what?)
aka young merc (yeah?)
can always work at the gap (oh, cause he has a gap!)
these rappers need to stop playing with me
tmr

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