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the old man - f-11 (stuka) lyrics

[intro]
yo, ima just test my mic, and see where this takes me, ’cause i wanna punch the haters on the f+cking d+ck right now (haha, haha)

[verse 1: cryptic]
tell me how do you explain greatness
b+tch dont talk to me i ain’t no satanist
people tellin me my verse on unframed was trash
now i ain’t going easy on these rappers no more
ima go harder than i ever have been
ima spit harder than everybody else does
im the greatest i can spit these freestylеs in one minute
i go insane еven on this instrumental
i feel mental everytime i hop on a beat
everybody tells me i k!ll but when it comes to unframed
its not like this anymore
im the greatest on unframed
you cannot deny that
ima go harder than ever
everytime i go physco on this mic you think im trash huh?
its not advanced lyricism but i tried

[verse 2: slim shiny}
you think my music is plain
i carry tracks like i’ma train
your mom has flaps like she’s a plane
wait now run that back again
ima come attack your grave
dig you up then smack again
ima tie you to the spade
which just dug up your remains
wait
you think my music is too sh+t for you, b+tch?
you snooze, skip or mute it then you b+tch i’m useless
i’m too quick for you, sh+t, but you cl!cked and viewed it
so who wins not you b+tch poo poo p+ss on you b+tch
so you didn’t like my last song out huh
didn’t like what i talked about nah
come now, let it all come out
you don’t like real rap it’s all mumble now
you jumbled up dumb lil ones
just fumbled up yeah now the thunder comes
now i’m on your tongue like your mum just was
with a whole new verse for you dumb cumwads
revival remix i tried my hardest
you guys all laughed its not fine
my hearts hit i hide but ah sh+t
inside i can’t it’s too hard i’ll target
you all and blast sit your ass in car seats
you can’t just park me i’ll spark your ass
b+tch i’m lg tv argh
let’s take it back to
the real rap gangsta
skylar grey gangsta
rihanna gangsta
p!nk feat gangsta
pop hook gangsta
f+ck u haters
gang gang gangsters
yeah
so let this be the last time that you ever try to beef with me
dissing me is like you’re saying revival isn’t’s 3 and that’s
bs g, so that this l from lg tv piece of pee
each swing at me i’ll bring back three times harder in your kidney
this album’s gunna hit you like a rocket

[verse 3: seif]
f+ck the haters, f+ck the doctors
mumble, ye i mumble
[?]

[verse 4: old man]
f+ck the haters
[?]

+beat switch+

[verse 5: mcf4dden]
i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom
hit the room with a bat
you get gash on your dome
say mcf4dden is bad?
you’re f+g and a phoney
a h0m+ with no taste
i’ll show you, face me
you face total destruction on a global scale
from my actions, a reckoning
your track record is scetchy at best
while i’m the best on every track i record
cause i go batsh+t crazy from the top of my head
with every line i mock or attack
so yall can stop with this cr+p
and go back to your so called rap
and i will show you whats up
crush you wannabe thugs like snail or a slug
impale you with words
you never heard so fluent before
i’m totally cruel, your slaughter is gore
got 44 ways to vocally murder you, wh0re
make you squirm like jellyfish stranded on shore
no need to embellish this more
yall already got your ass handed to you
[verse 6: cusa]
guess who’s back
pen on the pad
relax no maxi just facts imma rap (maxi pads)
carry rap till i hear cracks from my back
pull a thanos hear my spine go snap!
i dive like a stuka
mid flight gonna lose it
no dice you ain’t cusa (dice as in dice you roll)
die alone loser. (die is a single dice)
fly a drone junior
i am gonna murder
call me mein furher
ziege für immer (goat forever)

if you couldn’t tell
im already in h+ll
i got the hockey
sticks ready to sock (h.e. double hockey sticks)
a b+tch im already plotting this
above chris brown on the billboard lit
only cause he made a hit (made a hit cause abuse)
everybody coming at me im gonna commit
suicide nah you will die
get euthanized
my stuka dive
will let no survive
from the sky when you try to hear the cry
you’re murdered, bye
music online
you cl!ck on mine
it makes you sick
so ill you’re dying

i’m in a little bit of a predicament
you know i’m f+cking imminent
but i ain’t f+ckin eminem
cuz i’m a man of medicine
he fed us but instead of the lettuce
the devil tryna behead us (devil’s lettuce or some sh+t)
ready berretas and steady
you better be petty already
many or plenty spaghetti
debbie already go getting (debbie mathers)
all because the lead is embedding
heading to redding (redding is a place near where i live)
if anything letting
a motherf+cking intensive invented
demented i meant it i’m in it
gimme a minute
i said it let it happen
how the f+ck am i still rapping
lapping everybody on the track
on cracker jacks fack
i’m pumping back i rack
the shotgun to shoot p+ssies
f+ck i spot one

[outro: old man]
uhm, yeah, haters, we love you haters
‘cuz you are our number one fan
thank you for listening, b+tch

uh yeah, you just supported us
thank you

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