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over kill pt. 2: creek squad ryda - playboy the beast lyrics

[intro: sir landry du lauzon (tom cullen)]
have no fear. they fight for money…and that is our advantage, because we fight for honor. for the honor of our brotherhood. we fight for the glory of god, and we win! by the grace of god!
by the grace of god!

[verse: playboy the beast]
you’ll be tradin’ the cowboy boots and the hat for a black tux
black roses upon your casket, it’ll have to be shut
sacrifice and drink his blood and use his skull for the cup
do you let adam f*ck your wife? ’cause we all know you cuck
you rappin’ casually battlin’ me? you have to be nuts
this dude think he can hack it with me? better be packin’ a lunch
it’s dissin’ season, huntin’ rappers, thеy just passin’ the buck
with four leaf clovers up thеy asses, they still havin’ no luck
yo, i’m an assassin, k!llin’ these crackers, speakin’ blasphemy, huh?
i want the smoke with all these actresses, just pass me the blunt
these paid reactors gas you up but dawg, you actually suck
i’m runnin’ circles ’round this target dawg, i’m lappin’ ’em up
headed to that cemetery plot if you’ve been plottin’ on us
’cause i got bars and flows that you could never possibly touch
the four hors*m*n of apocalypse, that’s possibly us
’cause if you opps, then we some n*z*s, you in auschwitz cus
dawg, there’s only a couple names that i respect in this lane
j crew’s, upchurch, hosier, and justtrae
all you other n*ggas suck d*ck, trust, you just gay
tryna hate upon the g.o.a.t., now it’s a must that you pay
judgement day for all you heathens, now the time has arrived
these n*ggas try to go against me, won’t n0body survive
this ain’t no diss track, this a scripture comin’ straight from the skies
apocalyptic stand on business, demons, meet your demise
been tryin’ to be a better christian but the beast has been summoned
can hear them war drums drummin’, redrum when i’m comin’
i’ll uppercut this little f*ck, puncture his ribs in his stomach
then yank him back by his intestines when the b*tch starts runnin’
we will never be friends, never no truce
i said there’s levels to this sh*t, i’ve got no roof
i’m a bishop, you a p*wn, you’ve got no juice
i’m ’bout to clown on these p*ssies, no joe bruce
this only ends one way, that’s with you all in a he*rs*
i’m like a viking on psilocybin, i’m goin’ berserk
jigsaw to your thick skull and now you under the earth
your whole clique’s off the sh*t, dawg, nothin’ but nerf
you know i’m lurkin’ determined to murk ’em
murder these serpents, servin’ ’em up like surf and turf
i’m burnin’ ’em up like a furnace
i’m rappin’ circles ’round these urkles while they circle jerking
man, y’all done met the nice me, now it’s time that you met the real version
the rap game boogieman that’s livin’ under your bed
when them proud boys are pullin’ up he probably run to the feds
y’all sittin’ ducks, i guess that’s why my bars went over they head
my k!ll streak still standin’, all my enemies dead
headshot, man down, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
i think they vision blurred or they just tryna simp for this nerd
a flawless victory fatality, this sh*t is superb
you just a victim, have this little pr*ck l!ckin’ the curb
you delusional, think i’m losin’ to this hick from the burbs
but i guess when you incest, that stupid sh*t is preferred?
yo, how the f*ck you drop a diss that’s delivered in spoken word?
b*tch, you must be high as f*ck and i ain’t talkin’ smokin’ herb
i’m used to puttin’ my boots in glutes and lyrically whoopin’ they asses
chewing up rappers, this is what happens when the pupils start challengin’ masters
he cannot rap like this and that is a fact
i’m lyrically one of the fastest, i’ve mastered my craft
and you’ll never be touching me when it comes down to pure technical rappin’
deliveries whack and they havin’ no passion
the lyrics are basic, the multis are lackin’
i’m takin’ the back of his head and i bash it in
this is the rap of a f*ckin’ assassin
’cause this ain’t no fortnite, you battle with me and you n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no passes
that diss that you droppin’ belong in the trash
the rap game undertaker, get tossed in the casket
i’m dressed in all black and i be going batsh*t
the juggalo homies gon’ hit you with hatchets
don’t make me have to bring the mask back, i’ll snap and go psychopathic
bloodbath if i have a flashback, snap backs like a chiropractor
tried grapplin’ with a black belt then tapped out so f*ckin’ fast
it was tragic the way it happened but still his people gon’ back him
and act like it didn’t happen, they cappin’, my sh*t was slappin’
only ones that do believe are the ones he paid for reactions
and these creek squad haters with they faces in they asses
smoking on the target pack and all i’m leavin’ in the ashes (ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes)

- playboy the beast lyrics

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