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lirik lagu stan remix – denzel benzel

stan remix lyrics
[intro: b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
hey, listen
yeah
bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii, big $tackz trappin representing out for the people out in west memphis
for everybody in the whole world, they can see a brand new music memory in the world of the united states
and the president of america could even look at mount rushmore and see that i am on the building
and they don’t even know where the f*ck i was carved out of but i brought myself to the memory of the world and you can die
yeah

[chorus 1: dido & b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
my tea’s gone cold, (hey) i’m wondering why i
(i don’t know why my tea went cold) got out of bed at all (yuh)
the morning rain clouds up my window (yo)
and i can’t see at all (oh, is that dna tru lyricist?)
and even if i could it’d all be gray (oh sh*t)
but your picture on my wall (hey dna)
it reminds me that it’s (listen) not so bad, (let me write a letter in front of you) it’s not so bad

[verse 1: b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
dear dna
you’re a stupid piece of sh*t, i don’t wanna f*cking congregate with you
i want you to walk away from my house as far as you f*cking could ever do, uh
yeah, my baby was slaughtered in a f*cking warehouse
i don’t* i want to sh* i want to go and give you a birthday present for your daughter because your daughter died or something
you made a song about it or something like that, yeah
uhh james daley, james da*, have you ever heard about james daley on the microphone before?
james daley be spitting like some badass sh*t all the time
he’s talking about how he needs to go to bed
he needs to shoot himself in the skin, he needs to shoot his head
he needs to go and shoot his head
he needs to* he needs to take some drugs again
uh, yeah, james daley’s a giant f*cking fat lard type of whale piece of sh*t, i hate this f*cking sealion, uh
[chorus 2: dido & b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i (yeah)
got out of bed at all (i don’t know why i got out of bed)
the morning rain clouds up my window (yeah)
and i can’t see at all (i can’t see, i’m blind)
and even if i could it’d all be gray (yeah, yeah)
but your picture on my wall (yah)
it reminds (who the f*ck do you think you are?) me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[verse 2: gun b*lls & b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
dna, why the f*ck haven’t you not wrote me back?
you little f*cking boy, it’s okay, i’m just talking smack
i really liked that new album that you did
where you didn’t say sh*t and* but dropped bars about doing f*cking acid tablets
and it was pretty boring, however
and it was pretty cringe, i’m feeling under the weather
have you been feeling under the weather too? i think i got the flu
maybe covid*19, i don’t know, i’m just being mean
i’m f*cking james daley, 4 a.m. is my favorite hour
i pull up, okay, man, hey, you wanna take a shower?
i wanna take a shower with david g. phelps
your daughter can squirt [?] (you want to do what with david g. phelps?)
i wanna see that p*ssy squirt from a mile away (woah)
you dumbass little boy, hit me back so we can get on stage
and rap about eating burgers on our dinner plate
hit me back, just attack, it’s your boy, james daley’s g*y
[chorus 3: dido]
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i
got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it’d all be gray
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[verse 3: lukimea]
there’s a reason for why this money was made
it was made yesterday at the bank, i f*cking took that sh*t right out the bank, man, f*ck
there’s an armored truck coming, it’s pick* coming to pick up dna from the pedophile house, safe, locked up
he got eighteen years to life in prison but i broke him out ’cause he’s my f*cking* uhh* friend
and i’m really tired of p*ssing
i’m really tryna suck on his toes ’cause i’m a pigeon
what the f*ck do you mean? i don’t make no bread anymore
i spent all that sh*t to save dna’s gore
al gore, smokey
free my homies, they got locked up
they were friends with dna once and they got shot up
s* they got* actua* they actually didn’t even get shot, they got f*cking stabbed in prison for f*cking, like, i don’t know, beating their meat in the shower
they didn’t even wash their hands afterwards, it was f*cked up, man

[interlude: smokey]
if you want to pull up on me
i keep that thang on me
i shoot you with no hesita*
[verse 4: k!llertsunamipro]
my football position is the keeper
james daley is also known as the porkchop eater
i* i was digging a hole, and i just dug one deeper
i’m running low on coal, i just need a… my coal dealer
i was in* playing overwatch and i wanted to uninstall
when i saw james daley hopping through the wall
i got so scared, i run to the bathroom stall
to take a p*ss, when i saw james daley eating a big man tall
before i go to bed, i say ‘goodnight fortnite’
um, dna is actually white
i love drinking sprite
and when the world ends, dna and james daley will unite
that’s when the world ends, you know?
i went to the cinema and saw uhh* joker
i saw james daley, i thought he looked like an ogre
i kicked him in his ass while playing poker
and i ran off shouting that his music is mediocre
james daley got zero subscribers on youtube, like a noob
i bet he never saw a b00b

[chorus 4: smokey]
if you want to pull up on me
i keep that thang on me
i shoot you with no hesitation
i keep that big glock on me all the time
’cause a n*gga don’t want war
if you want it, try and come and get it
come and get it

[verse 5: smokey]
yo, i’ve been thinking lately
when am i gon’ finally get a godd*mn trapper lady?
d*mn, i been wanting since day one
my assh0l* been bleeding since day one
yeah, you know me, fool
i’m the motherf*cker that tried to shoot you, fool
d*mn, that ass so fat
make a motherf*cker wanna grab the gat and clap back
who the f*ck tryna test a n*gga?
i’m from the thirty eighth where we shoot g*y n*ggas
yeah, this sh*t really really sad
my ass been bleeding ever since i clapped back
d*mn, this sh*t been tough
but i don’t really motherf*cking give a f*ck, yeah
yeah, i’m from thirty eighth
g*ngb*ng a n*gga and shoot him in his face

[chorus 5: smokey & b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
if you want to pull up on me
i keep that thang on me
i shoot you with no hesitation
i keep that big glock on me all the time
’cause a n*gga don’t want war
if you want it, try and come and get it
(alright, this is my second letter)
come and get it

[verse 6: b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
dear dumbass piece of sh*t with the assh0l* with the size of a mountain that ruined my toilet last yesterday
i’m so f*cking annoyed that you are an assh0l* with your assh0l*
please go away, stop sh*tting in my house, there’s plenty of others houses for you to f*cking ruin
you’re an annoying sack of sh*t
i just wanted a bathroom for my sat*rday morning, but it turns out i can only use my other bathroom because you keep destroying that same f*cking bathroom
there’s only one useable bathroom because this one actually has a toilet
you are just ruining my whole f*cking morning
my night, my evening, my dinner, my sleep
you’re ruining my sleep because i can hear your farting ass cheeks in the f*cking bathroom at, like, 12 in the f*cking morning
and it’s really annoying, you’re so annoying
oh sh*t, the beat’s still going
yeah, dna, you a f*cking moron, uh
yeah, you* uh* if you go and get a mcdonalds brand new mcm*ffin meal from mcdonalds, you’ll love it

[chorus 6: dido & b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i (yeah)
got out of bed at all (who the f*ck gets out of bed? i just float)
the morning rain clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all (i can’t see, i’m blindfolded)
and even if i could it’d all be gray
but your picture on my wall (my picture’s on my wall because i want a portrait of myself on the wall)
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[verse 7: twister wrangler]
i’ve heard levigne’s been down in the dumps lately
maybe he shouldn’t have listened to you, james daley
this is what you did
you did this to my brother, then he k!lled himself
and then he k!lled his mother, and then i k!lled my mother
and then you decided you were gonna come along and act like you didn’t exist
what the f*ck is all that about?
i don’t like you, james daley
what the f*ck did you do? chuck a bangarang at me?
i’m gonna go get yourself a snappie
k!ll yours*

[chorus 3: dido]
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i
got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it’d all be gray
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[verse 8: gun b*lls]
dear mr. dna tru lyricist
why the f*ck didn’t you write me back? now i’m really p*ssed
see, it all started when i thought you had some fists
how i didn’t want to say sh*t, but f*ck you, you’re a rapist
i heard you’re a psycho
but i don’t know, man, i just got vitiligo
i’m turning f*cking white, man
my neckbeard is going pretty d*mn hard
i’m ’bout to box this little kid and then i’m gonna go up to a black person hard r
see, everybody wants to look at me like i’m r*t*rded
because i listen to dna tru lyricist, when you go hard
and you just talk about k!lling black people and r*t*rds
and shooting up special ed schools
and it’s just like, like this really goes dumb and i really relate
i slit my wrists in my bathroom to open up the bay
that song you did* did with down* did with down6 was dope
i hope you*
i’m james daley, i f*cking eat the burger king
dna, will you eat the f*cking burger king?
if i ask you out and i gave you my little wedding ring
would you be like ‘yes’, will you send me your address?
so i could go to tyler tek’ and see if we can have some experimental s*x
experimental s*x is a really good song
i just want to hit you up, with your baby mama
and we could f*ck each other with thirteen*inch stacked*up bongs

[verse 9: lukimea]
what the h*ll do you mean that this f*cking mop is rusty?
i’m coming for the dusty haven, what the f*ck is that fortnite map called?
i be playing fortnite with dna in my house
f*ck, we got a winning streak of like 286 wins and like 1 l
f*ck, we some real ass motherf*cking gamers, man
me and dna, we t* we f*cking walk his dog out in the park
we f*cking go down to the walk
we f*cking walk the talk and we talk on phones every day and night
i’m waiting for dna to call me back
he hasn’t responded to me in like 6 weeks when i’m on crack
for some reason, the motherf*cker’s a drug abuser
i don’t give a f*ck what he talking about, i’m just tired of abusing drugs with him because he’s using me for drugs and i don’t want to supply him with any more cocaine and ketamine because he’s addicted to horse tranquilisers
but we love dna because he’s a real f*cking homie, man
oh wow, we’re still going
the beat didn’t even f*cking stop and i’m still flowing
i’m waiting for dna to come pick me up by the house
i’m inside his house, he locked me up and i’m f*cking in here for like 7 years
i’m coming* he* he went over here, he f*cking bashed the door in
but i don’t really mind it because it wasn’t even my door to begin with
i’m still probably gonna get shot and k!lled by dna
he doesn’t really like me, he’s a fiend

[verse 10: twister wrangler]
you’re going to go to australia if you commit a crime, such as being james daley
you see, this man is a man who calls himself a man
but actually he’s not that much of a man, because he’s kind of a fa* and i f*cking hate his guts
why the f*ck are you upside*down, stop being upside*down, you f*cking idiot
that’s how you f*cking die… is being upside*down
you don’t be upside*down
yung lean, yung lean
swing low, sweet chariot
i wrangled a twister, but not for you
you are in one too, and i didn’t wrangle it because i wanted you to die
yeah, twister wrangular!

[chorus 7: dido & wifebeatmane]
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i
got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it’d all be gray
but your picture on my wall (yeah, wife)
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad (beat, beat, beat, beat)

[verse 11: wifebeatmane]
dear slim
don’t know if you’ll respond
it’s hard to let it sink in
but why the f*ck you invented hopsin?
when i hear him i be cl!cking
why the f*ck you invented logic?
n*gga, half of him is scary
and the other half will call the cops if i whip out the henny
why the f*ck you made nf?
man’s not even that fast
and won’t make me want to find god as does kanye west
why the f*ck you invented crypt?
why the f*ck you made real raps?
these n*ggas is why i’m stabbing my wife in the chest
why the f*ck you invented dax?
he played joker as a negro
maybe he’ll die from exhaustion if he keeps walking in his videos
why the f*ck you made ak?
he’s the most f*ckin’ useless
don’t think he’s made a song of his
demonetize youtubers
why the f*ck you invented gawne?
you owe the world for that
and who the f*ck is chvse?
omegle rapist raps
why the f*ck you invented indians?
they be sh*ttin’ in the night
why the f*ck you invented joyner?
(wait, no, he’s with chris brown, he’s alright)

[chorus 8: dido & wifebeatmane]
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i
got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window (my wife is crying)
and i can’t see at all (’cause i beat her up)
and even if i could it’d all be gray (can we hit a rolling pin upon her head)
but your picture on my wall (on my wall)
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
(it reminds me that her father’s dead, her father’s dead)

[verse 12: b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
dear james daley
could you ever just stop talking?
i’m literally just gonna strap you into the car with some f*cking rope
i’m gonna slap you in the throat
you’re gonna get shot and then you’re s* i’m gonna shoot you in your f*cking float
yeah, i’m gonna float you, i’m gonna tie you to a hot air balloon, you’re gonna go into sp*ce
you’re gonna go 300,000 feet miles in the air
you’re gonna get shot in your hair
you’re gonna get destroyed everywhere
you’re not even anywhere
you are under the ground because i buried you, like, thirteen weeks ago
you are stupid piece of sh*t and i’m gonna hit you with a harpsichord
you are gonna get shot in the face like this sh*t is hard
my bullets just solid as f*ck and you’re gonna die
i don’t even know how to rhyme, what the h*ll is rhyming?
i’m gonna shoot you in your eye, yeah
james daley, you’re a guy, uh
no, bullsh*t, james daley’s never been a man or a male
i’m a male, i’m a mailman in the mail, uh
you can open me from a package, you can get shot in your assh0l*
there’s b*tches screaming in the back trunk, i don’t even give a d*mn though, uh
yeah, james daley, close your stupid f*cking mouth back there
close your mouth, i don’t wanna hear it, james
shut up james, i don’t wanna hear it, james
you’re an assh0l*, james
you made me crash the car, you idiot, james
assh0l*

[verse 13: wifebeatmane]
i’m not done, you p*ssed me off, mane, you gotta hear me out
why you went from murdering your wife to:
stabbing a carrot, injecting the venom, i’m going to ellen and flipping her out
your deluxe was g*y, the album was too
even my mans dna is more consistent than you
your fans punch the drywall, real n*ggas punch their wife
i liked you on kim, why you not about that life?
you invented mgk, then he made binge
you invented tom macdonald, then he made cringe
he invented neo n*z*s, and they went on to lynch
you invented a white rapper and he made a remix
of a dababy song or something, as if to say he’s better
but he’d never punch his girl, ’cause, n*gga, he don’t get ’em
crypt is not a crip, he’s fat
buy an nft, no tax
quadeca is a blood
and a crip, and a gd, and a latin king
n*gga should just make 50 styles of this d*ck
where’s the hate crimes, em’?
the straight times, em’?
the black rhymes, em’?
the bank fights, em’?
it’s my birthday… like james, hoe
we should ride on g*y rights, but you’ll just go
my name’s eminem and i’m here to say
you get another song with skylar gray
and ed sheeran
and ed sheeran
and ed sheeran
and ed sheeran
b*tch ass n*gga

[chorus 9: dido, wifebeatmane & slastic]
(b*tch ass n*gga)
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i
got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it’d all be gray
but your picture on my wall
(dear slim) it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[verse 14: slastic]
dear slim, i wrote you a few letters about the sun exploding
dear slim, wanna talk sometime?
dear slim
dear slim, i know it’s complicated sometimes, and that’s alright
but my sister is malnourished and she doesn’t know how to fight
i’m sorry that you need to see her get bloodied and bruised by the cartel, my bad
dear slim, if you want to talk sometime, i think that’d be pretty cool
dear slim
dear slim, that’s me screaming
dear slim, i just walked into my house
dear slim
dear slim, if you want to get slim sometime, then i’d be fine with that because, you know, it would fit you
dear slim, getting slimmer than slim isn’t a good idea
dear slim, that wasn’t the master plan
sincerely slim, i’m slim now
dear eminem, wanna talk?
dear slim, i’m slimming out
dear slim, i’m slimming out while i’m slimming
dear slim, sorry about slimming you so much while you’re slimming
dear slim, forgot my dumb weirdo records in slim
is it okay if i send you a slim of me slimming the slim to slim if you slim?
dear sliminem, i’m slimming
dear slim, wanna play slither.io?
dear slim
dear slim, i have an air freshener
dear slim, wanna talk it out sometime? sorry
dear slim, i went offline because no one was here
dear slim, i only care about you when you’re here
dear slim, you’re only concerned about me when i’m not there
dear slim, that’s alright
dear slim, if you want to talk sometime, i have a few retters to write
dear slim, i meant to say ‘writers’ instead of ‘fights’
dear slim, i actually meant to say ‘letters’, sorry, i got it messed up because i’ve been thinking about slim
i’m actually getting quite slim now, so if you want to talk about things such as getting slim * i’d be loving to do that
dear slim, i got bootlegs
dear slim, i’m flying high
dear slim, i’m scared
dear slim, zah
dear slim, zorm
dear slim
dear slim, if you wanna talk it out sometime, that’s perfectly fine with me
dear slim, where’s my money, man?
dear slim, the sun is exploding
dear slim, you haven’t done anything about the sun exploding
my dearest slim, slimothy
slimothy, slimothy, slimothy, slimothy, slimothy

[chorus 10: dido, slastic & b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
(slimothy)
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i
got out of bed at all (who the h*ll gets out of bed?)
the morning rain clouds up my window (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, what?)
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it’d all be gray
but your picture on my wall (put your picture on my wall, yeah)
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad (i sure hope there’s another f*cking verse)

[verse 15: b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii]
james daley versus saturn the beast
on the epic tv show in greece
i’m a greasy little f*cking frog man, i’m gonna hit you with my frog hands
yeah, you can l!ck me and you go on a f*cking ha* hallucination trip
you’re gonna go into sp*ce, and then you’re gonna take a sh*t
and then you’re gonna go get shot by dna with his mic gun
his microphone gun spits rhymes like uh*
his son was birthed with a genetic disorder where his legs grew backwards and his face was ugly, yuh
yeah, yuh, i don’t even give a whole d*mn about the whole frying pan
i can make bacon in your kitchen and you would be p*ssed off because that is not the best taste you’ve ever had in your life
but you could totally get staring at your wife
i could stare at your wife for two or three bucks, but i forgot, you hate your baby mama
you hate that baby mama so godd*mn bad
you really hate that baby mama, you want her to die
i could do a lot of other things to your friends
but you are gonna get k!lled like micsteam and his f*cking mind
yeah, i’m ridonculous, i’m gonna go and smack your face and then i’m gonna frog your kids
yeah, yeah, your kids are gonna get fried up like f*cking kevin bacon
yeah, dna’s gonna shoot himself in the face

[outro: b$t bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii & t*money]
yeah, i’m big $tackz trappin bigslimthin lord skelegordo tha pimp vii going hard in the motherf*cking paint on this stan type beat, uh
i don’t even what the f*ck this song is called but i love cl!cking on this song, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
wait, wait, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
word, listen
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
word

- denzel benzel

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