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lirik lagu why you mad – alla xul elu & super famous fun time guys

[verse 1: whipstick]
i know you’re mad at the fact i might have f*cked your b*tch
so take a number ’cause she kinda sucked while suckin’ a d*ck
yo fall back! you tommy dreamin’ if you thinkin’ that you beatin’ me
you just a perma*midcarder r*t*rded and i do it with ease
i watch tge trigger squeeze a pay per view sniper
it’s time to get the cheese. live my dreams, american fievel
you just a rat chasin’ cheddar, all facts. fran drescher
raps better when she’s getting f*cked. bumping some midol

[verse 2: billy obey]
they wanna achieve greatness with little to no effort
and i’m my brother’s keeper, i’m supposed to be the shepherd
but there comes a point in time when you’re living in my home
you gotta man the f*ck up and learn to walk on your own
show nothing but pity, nothing but mercy
you coattail off my work, yo, you’re f*cking unworthy
and surely you’ll run around and curse me
i’ll be out of town on my journey
so your hate really ain’t concerned me

[chorus: mr. 8 legz]
are you mad that you at where you at now?
why you mad that you at where you at now?
why you mad that you at where you at now?
why you mad? why you mad?
why you mad that you at where you at now?
why you mad that you at where you at now?
why you mad that you at where you at now?
why you mad? why you mad?
[verse 3: joe black]
no family, no friends, i had no kids
’cause a f*ck is one thing that i don’t give
you see me walkin’, motherf*cker stay back, b*tch
i’ll kick a dog, f*ckin’ rube a stray cat, b*tch
i’ll slap an old*timer and take his shriners hat
steal a car park in a handicap, take a nap
i’m fat castro, why you mad, bro?
’cause i’m the sh*t, professional assh0l*

[verse 4: lee carver]
behind a cracked*ass screen steady running your mouth
you suck at spittin’ so you siphon little internet clout
i’ll tell you what i’m about, somewhere, someday
i might show up to your second shift while you working at subway
i’ll skip the gunplay, swinging fat kid fists
’til your t**th knocked loose and your forehead splits
tell your district manager she needs to get the mop out
mama’s in the parking lot waiting for your ass to clock out
[verse 5: mr 8 legz]
most of our life together i’ve been able to manage
a lot of salt done settled in the wounds ignoring the damage
that you have forced during the course of twenty f*ckin’ years, dammit
holding your hand but never planned, it’d been me that’s took for granted
now you strung out on the pills, trapped in that life that holds still
cold chills, hoping the next dose ain’t the close k!ll
all i ever did was try to help you out the hole
but wouldn’t give you control ’til i was forced to let go

- alla xul elu super famous fun time guys

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