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rondunk 3 - keithian 2 dope lyrics

[intro]
hey, yo, it’s keithian 2 dope
am i dead? check my vitals * nope
cleaning your track with soap
today we’re gonna get soaked

[verse 1]
you made this song before i even released rondunk 2, you’re so eager to smoke me like a bong
whatchu mean i’ve probably already seen your dong? didn’t we have this conversation already?
you’re g*y, i know, but for this you ain’t ready, so
i’ll curse you with voodoo while you’re on the sh*tter, i get my bars and strike you ’cause i’m a hard hittеr
after rondunk you sound kind of bitter, what’s the mattеr * you need a babysitter?
act 2 sounds like a movie but your rent sounds like it’s due so there’s no budget, and you sell meth but that ain’t gonna budge it
why would i sit and poo in my room? i’m out here in the ghetto zone shooting people with a rocket launcher like boom
i ain’t dead so why would i be in a ditch
you want me dead so badly, huh, b*tch?

[chorus]
rondunk, throwing him into a basketball hoop
making everyone in the audience go “whoop”
you’re on the grill, that’s the thrill
rondunk 2, what you gonna do
my bars will sting you like a bee, it’s rondunk 3
don’t crawl back no more, i’ll leave you strangled on the floor
that’s why you don’t f*ck with the southwest strangla!
[verse 2]
i ain’t even pumping the diss track responses yet and more disses you’re already dumping
right, why would i scam people with ham? i’ll pop you with a revolver like bam, bam, bam
when people see you dead on the sidewalk they’ll be all up in that b*tch like d*mn, d*mn, d*mn!
i ain’t a lawyer, are you referring to better call keith? man, i’ll knock out your t**th
i wouldn’t shoot you down or actually hurt ya, but you seem to have the intention of doing that to me
you tryin’ to be but all you can do is cut a slice of chicken for a sandwich, see?
half of your flow still doesn’t go, bro, props to that keithstuck bar though
you’re the one who thinks ryan reynolds is s*xy, you’re the real zesty
talkin’ about your d*ck again in another track, like, come on, let’s keep this on topic or this’ll get catastrophic
with rhymes that have seen better times, sh*t don’t make no sense so come on stop trying to be the best at funky rhymes

[verse 3]
yeah, i’m a g*ngb*nger but i’m f*ckin’ scoopin’ some guys brains out with a coat hanger
i ain’t scared, let me cook up my beats and f*ck off motherf*cker
italy ain’t real, you already know the deal, suck my nuts you f*cker
what’s my fate? are you not gonna tell me straight? or is this just bait?
how does one cease in an empty can of peas, all a b*tch want is some motherf*ckin’ peace
but i gotta rap more on this line because ron’s drunk on some red wine
go back to rome, with all the spears in your home
or i’ll slam a lead pipe on your dome
once again you didn’t have an original beat
you need to take a seat
[outro]
get back into the studio man, work on that sh*t
like keithtime, i’ll make you get hit
you’re spitting but it’s not me you should be dissin’
i’m not an easy target, i could fight back more but you’d be sh*ttin’
and i spit raps
faster than scurrying rats
yeah
b*tch
i’ve been in the rapping scene more than you
so don’t try and act all tough and mean, f*ck outta here and shoo
yeah

- keithian 2 dope lyrics

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