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zodeak & mista doesha - waste management lyrics

[chorus: mista doesha]
wackest ever rapper, you so trashy it’s a sin
kick your momma in her box for lettin’ daddy put it in
buyin’ streams and fakin’ numbers ain’t no closer to a plaque
this party’s over, fools, so let some real ones show you where it’s at
wackest ever rapper, you so trashy it’s a sin
kick your momma in her box for lettin’ daddy put it in
buyin’ streams and fakin’ numbers ain’t no closer to a plaque
this party’s over, fools, so let some real ones show you where it’s at

[verse 1: zodeak]
i’m the bad guy like scott hall, hood white like paul wall
y’all gon’ make me nod off, let me get the saws off
and cut you wack rappers in half like a magic trick that’s gone wrong
eat up you and your dogs like it’s hong kong
your swan song is sitting in my freezer box
comin’ out your speaker box, pull back and knock you off your equinox
this sh+t is checkmate, your pieces are gone
an easy dinner in my belly ’cause your crew was p+wns
skip lunch, headed straight for the big meal
you an underground rapper, whoop+de+do, that’s a big deal
get in line, son, i’m skippin’ my place
controllin’ my fate, that’s why i never said you were fake
i’m raisin’ the stakes, the bar levels too high
you might die jumpin’ over the top so why try?
bye bye like nsync, i’m takin’ a bath
i feel dirty after handling trash so f+ck out of here
[chorus: mista doesha]
wackest ever rapper, you so trashy it’s a sin
kick your momma in her box for lettin’ daddy put it in
buyin’ streams and fakin’ numbers ain’t no closer to a plaque
this party’s over, fools, so let some real ones show you where it’s at
wackest ever rapper, you so trashy it’s a sin
kick your momma in her box for lettin’ daddy put it in
buyin’ streams and fakin’ numbers ain’t no closer to a plaque
this party’s over, fools, so let some real ones show you where it’s at

[verse 2: m.a.d]
takin’ out the trash, f+ck a wack rapper in my ear
2023, like it’s my year to pioneer
open up the gates, trojan horse the whole rap game
call me tony stark, how we ironed out the last lame
open ears for these rappers like these
rats rap about money but ain’t touched no cheese (f+ckin’ whack)
swear they pianists but ain’t touched no keys (naw)
they them alphabet boys but they swear they g’s
d+mn man it’s real, madopelli got your head bobbin’
compare him to pac like you dummies ain’t graverobbin’
told these haters get in line, f+ck the limelight
captain and the anchor, you can call me mr. cronkite
live shows like kryptonite to fake rappers
blowing up on the mic like a nuclear chain reactor
ain’t a can of oil who be sl!cker than me
you can spit a thousand suns, no degrees, you’ll freeze
y’all trash
[chorus: mista doesha]
wackest ever rapper, you so trashy it’s a sin
kick your momma in her box for lettin’ daddy put it in
buyin’ streams and fakin’ numbers ain’t no closer to a plaque
this party’s over, fools, so let some real ones show you where it’s at
wackest ever rapper, you so trashy it’s a sin
kick your momma in her box for lettin’ daddy put it in
buyin’ streams and fakin’ numbers ain’t no closer to a plaque
this party’s over, fools, so let some real ones show you where it’s at

[verse 3: ant dog]
i’ma take them out with a chainsaw, lips smack and get smacked off
some of these rappers relevant, born for this, limitless
i get to thinkin’ half of these rappers sound the same
now get the f+ck back with your wack+ass raps lame
i got something i can testify, underground rappers these days they worth sh+t so bye bye
no strings attached my guy
and if you want a surprise then say my f+ckin’ name three times (ant dog!)
born with a sickness and i run with the illest
and now god be my witness and we elevate with the quickness
and now madopelli we taking over the crowd
there ain’t n0body on this level for the big boys now (hah)
much love to everybody supporting this sh+t
and all you other motherf+ckers you can suck on my d+ck
yeah, my palms are sweaty, this ain’t mom’s spaghetti
leftovers in the trash is a beautiful thing (hah)
[chorus: mista doesha]
wackest ever rapper, you so trashy it’s a sin
kick your momma in her box for lettin’ daddy put it in
buyin’ streams and fakin’ numbers ain’t no closer to a plaque
this party’s over, fools, so let some real ones show you where it’s at
wackest ever rapper, you so trashy it’s a sin
kick your momma in her box for lettin’ daddy put it in
buyin’ streams and fakin’ numbers ain’t no closer to a plaque
this party’s over, fools, so let some real ones show you where it’s at

- zodeak mista doesha lyrics

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