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ywf ricky p - blame covid lyrics

(intro)
this is the soundtrack that marks your death

(verse 1)
sick of all this bullsh+t mumble rap the kids suck the d+ck of
mike vick dead ain’t no sick dogs fl!cking the mic like a bic raw
phife dawg ashamed, pac rolls in his grave thugga take a hike
you not brave, with the dress and braided pig tails, we not alike
real emcees write sh+t tougher than dyk+s on the mic like nas
on wax you slipping like syqe on beat rhyming with no applause
i’m psyched to drop rhymes that’ll sike you out like a demon to a cross
i want beef been starving like kate moss throwing up at midnight
spray vomit how i feel when you kids gossip uzi in a mosh pit
wack purp bless your trap, but no pusha speaking on adonis
fruity namеs with medication nicknames and rap to flaunt it
you sick lames got mе disappointed like knick games (i lost it)
toss you immanuel quickly so you can step your game in the playoffs
talk bout shooting choppas but can’t make a basket with them days off
your hoe ass not sl!ck, force not with it, obi not eatin this race off

(hook)
and if you’re mad at me, you should all just relax
sit back and blame covid, cause they all into that

(verse 2)
they say i should diss those in my weight class
maybe i should have you punch my belly
to lose weight fast like chelsea
but it’s more fun to kick them while they down
so i’m ready to put you down like a b+tch in the dog pound
y’all was disappointed with my last tape
cause it wasn’t an onslaught of lyrical rape
sometimes you gotta kick your shoes off
like we at whitey’s house to understand the great
you don’t like people having fun, me neither
so i’m bout to come at you dropping chelsether
you a b+tch like syqe covered in welch
grapes hang low, he too afraid to grow a pear (haha)
so i gotta stoop to his level and punch him below the belt
battle rap not bout the rhymes, it’s about the punch
so i’ll stick to my guns and pop you in a knife fight
see me in your nightmares, that’s why you got a night light
eat up like gengar thrashing around with dream eater
dezzy won’t give you prayers and vick won’t either (night night)
so i’m negan with lucille, put you to sleep like glenn
next time maybe you’ll keep an eye out for the gunmen
(hook)
and if you’re mad at me, you should all just relax
sit back and blame covid, cause they all into that

[bridge]
these motherf+ckers…

(verse 3)
won’t give me my credit like meaghan, cocooned up from what i’m reppin
(rick they not worth the mention) sh+t you right cause if i give intervention
they swing in with tension, talking sh+t in my mentions and questioning
my intentions like i ain’t mean to be gut wrenching (not a p+ssy)
won’t apologize to all you guys, i’m just here to call your lies
don’t want a compromise, want to optimize how you avert ties (advertise)
like directing commercials in the commissary with your commentary
peanut gallery can eat my nuts, hope that’s enough, best be stuffed
this bout to be war, spill the blood, i only know how to be rough

(outro)
did you hear that? listen to the scriptures
it’s the only way out

- ywf ricky p lyrics

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