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white fire - diss lyrics

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[intro:]

you know you’re a sl-t when your favorite word is harder
you’ve learned your std’s before your abc’s
and you’ve been banged more than that first pipe on “flappy bird”
once you reach that level… ain’t no turning back
one girl did it… she… she got that level
here it goes another one
(get ’em!)

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there’s a girl that be lookin’ like a hobo with
red hair no -ss and a snow globe chin
takin’ off your shirt.. whoa! no t-ts!
hop on every c-ck like a pogo stick
yea i’ll say her name f-ckin’ kynze loper
stop f-ckin’ talkin’ to me b-tch we over
walk up to me like, “b-tch, who are you?
i’d kick you in the p-ssy but i don’t wanna lose my shoe”
twinkle twinkle little wh0r-
close your legs they’re not a door
“oh please, shove it all in my -ss!”
f-ck you b-tch “someone already has!”
p-ssy like a credit card everybody swipe through it
well not everybody, you think i’d do it?
i wouldn’t do it for all the money in the world
she be suckin’ every dude and f-ckin’ every girl
she probably put the “rat” in “ratchet”
watch out for disease man you don’t wanna catch it
dude she ugly man have you seen her -ss?
salt water in her underwear to feed the crabs
sh-t, you disgusting as h-ll
exorcism, holy water, nothin’ would help
throw on some febreeze cuz she smells too
be like, “the power of christ compels you!”
d-mn right, lookin’ like emily rose
everything distorted, “you on ecstasy bro?”
her face, her body, especially nose
“oh god, please, don’t sit next to me. noooo!”
quit playin’ dawg ain’t n0body like you
every mother f-cker in here wanna fight you
yea ok, go ahead and laugh b-tch
you keep talkin’ that sh-t
you’re gonna get your -ss kicked
it’s gon be like bo and luke duke
when they scoot
right on top of the hood of a car to a dude
to give him the boot
every time i hear your name i immediately puke
“kynse loper” -coughing and choking) ew
i can diss you with one syllable – sl-t
you f-ckers may call it subliminal but
you’ve dropped more loads than the military dude
you know we ain’t talkin’ bout no dingle-berry stew
we’re talkin’ bout c-m what fun it feels lovely
yummy put the c-mmy in my tummy call it b-tt cream
feel the little bitty tadpoles swimmin’ upstream
by the time you got a baby you’ll be screamin’ “love me!”
you’ve been on more wieners than heinz ketchup
look at all the other sl-ts like, “guys, catch up!”
i’m racking up d-ck points
we ain’t even mid-point
i’ve been suckin’ then blowin’ like i got some big joints
“kynse loper kynse loper get the f-ck outta my way!
we don’t need some bozo the clown f-ckin’ up our day, hey!”

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(gun shots)

[outro:]

shots fired bruh, d-mn
kynse like a nascar driver, she burns all them rubbers
nah, my sl-t jokes are “wh0r–able”

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