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xam the rapper - damn (lewymar diss) lyrics

[intro]
you are listening to, xam
d-mn lewymar
it’s getting serious on this track, fam
you really f-cked up
tipi hair looking head-ss
you really sat on the bench for a freshman tho

[hook]
everyone knows you’re an idiot
so you can stop trying to prove it
trying to act all tough
but you know you can’t really do sh-t
trying to scare me but you ain’t no luke
imma give you some more time son
putting boxing videos up
but you know you ain’t mike tyson

[verse 1]
you half as tall and half his weight
man you really built like a stick
you can’t even take a f-cking joke
man you really a b-tch (b-tch)
d-mn that makes me real hungry
probably why i’m f-cking cooking you
all those flames burnt holes
in the jeans that you wear everyday to school
you wanna be emo, stop being a clown
quit acting like a f-cking fool
you’ve never done homework, so you tryna be nice
quit using your friend as a tool
you say you’re a rapper, but what is the matter
you really ain’t getting any money
everyday you flexing, but i know your confession
you only getting them 20s (woo)
f-ck this sh-t, you can’t make no hits
go back to eating your curry
you ain’t on the radio, my sh-t bomb like the radium
you glad you discovered me like curie (curie)
no one really trusts you cuz you a f-cking snitch (b-tch)
no one wants to hang with you cuz you a f-cking d-ck (sh-t)
you’re just as useless as the “ueue” in the f-cking queue
you’re lucky the mirror can’t f-cking laugh at you (ay)

[bridge]
d-mn, your nose is f-cking big
d-mn, your hair makes me f-cking sick
d-mn, you acting like a f-cking b-tch
trying to be smart but you don’t know any politics
d-mn, your nose is f-cking big
d-mn, your hair makes me f-cking sick
d-mn, you acting like a f-cking b-tch
trying to be smart but you don’t know any politics

[verse 2]
he retired in ‘05 which happens to be your sat
you’re f-cking challenged just look at your essay g
now look at me
you’re getting f on tests, can’t handle the stress
and you don’t know mla
your ghost writers can’t come up with a good diss
so you don’t know what to say
eyes come in pairs just like precalculus
but i don’t need any to know that you’re an ugly b-tch
you’re so poor you put the big mac on a layaway (broke)
this gonna end your career decisively like its midway (your f-cked)
can’t deal with life, so you had to hide
b-tch your doing f-cking crime
you wear the same outfit, you wear the same outfit
it’s the same every time
glad your parents deleted your songs, cuz it belongs
in the f-cking trash
you worship the devil, and you too scared to wrestle
cuz you’re f-cking -ss (boy)
you’ll never be nominated in your life
like castaway
no one wants you as a prince
little red corvette
you a nerd all you can do is code
so you just cast away (nerd)
when you see my string of success
it just doubles your hate (doubles)

[verse 3]
so we meat again and i roast this beef (beef, beef)
cooking you like you’ve never seen (seen, seen)
fl!ck of a wrist and i fry these beans (beans, beans)
i want war with you i don’t want peas (no peas, no peas)
hey dead homie, now you a dead homie
all this time, i thought, you were my best homie
now i realize i have to move on to my next homie
you were my idol, but now you’re my rival
i have to put you to bed homie

[outro]
your whole life is a joke
that’s a humoral medicine
after this diss track
you’ll have posthumous menacing
xam outta here

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