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yourfavouritehonky – hiroshima lyrics

[intro]
its yourfavouritehonky and jmc here
and we’re here to spit and rip you apart

(wheezy productions)

[verse 1: lil wheezus}
ashton was good; now he’s bad
call him a tugger; he got no dad
like alex p; think’s he a chad
but he’s insecure; and it’s sad
change like the 90’s; super rad
think you helpful; stay in your pad
creepy round kids; strange grandad
s+x, money, murder; wheezy’s triad
dumb, dumb, dumber; ashton’s ad
[verse 2: jmcrease]
seriously, i’m dissing you for a reason
this this ain’t a lie; no treason
thug like you made somebody die?
act so hard but you soft like pie
and you big edp, four four five
stay in the dirt, that’s how you’ll thrive
stay out our way if you want to survive
stay out his way, don’t chеck his hard drive
n0body cares what you have to say
and i’m finishing this tunе smoking my flavour flade
one last bar before i hop out the booth;
stay away from ashton; if you look like a youth

[chorus]
fatman, fatman, ashton draco ain’t no hiroshima
he’s nothing like the bomb, he’s got no power to destroy
he’s just a bully with no backbone
his rhymes are trash, they bring no shock
he’s nothing like the atomic bomb

[verse 3:yourfavouritehonky]
i’m back bodying again with the pen
acting like saddam the way i’m terrorising this beat
there’s no way you compare to real men
me being beat? there’s now way you could make me suffer a defeat
there’s this man i’m targeting, the name that’s feared
he’s got a no good reputation, it’s clear
he’s like michael jackson, but with a twist
little girls are his target,he’s on the countries blacklist
gotta address this dude draco
thinks he’s the king of the mic, well let me tell you, he’s a joke
jmc could spit a bar better than this clown
chorus]
fatman, fatman, ashton draco ain’t no hiroshima
he’s nothing like the bomb, he’s got no power to destroy
he’s just a bully with no backbone
his rhymes are trash, they bring no shock
he’s nothing like the atomic bomb

[verse 4:yourfavouritehonky]
he’s got a weight issue, it’s no surprise
i’d always be eating with a face like yours,you’ll soon meet your demise
but it’s not just his weight that’s a problem,he’s got a lot of issues
one of them is the way he gets off to these young kids,grabbing his lotion and tissues, (achoo)
it’s f+cking sick you freak
i bet you even like them when they shriek
i thought r.kelly was f+cked up
but you take it to a whole other level,you should hit yourself over the head with a golf club
and that bar wasn’t sub+par

[outro]
listen up, ashton draco, you’re just a slave to your own maker
you think you’re hot stuff but you’re nothing but a faker
you ain’t got no flow, no sk!ll, no game
you’re just a wack rapper trying to play the fame

- yourfavouritehonky lyrics

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