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packgod vs ghostface - prodfuchsia lyrics

[verse 1: packgod]
ay, ghostface a b*tch, i heard he dissin’ the best
been stompin’ b*tches for less since i kicked it with leg
this null and void slayer roleplayer ain’t no danger
best switch up your tone around me, i ain’t talking voice changers
went from calling becker to being at directors’ beck and call, ho
the imposter of this imposter probably spittin’ better off dome
b*tches keep giving you films although n0body want mo’
they turned this invasive pest to a tap*dancing c*ckroach
using the same weapons and methods, just in different settings
i got a premise, all your films be the same premise on a different premise
it’s a waste how you be spendin’ all these seconds building tension with suspension
to reveal you only did it for attention
and for vengeance*filled obsession cause your mommy didn’t claim you
i’d do it too if i was the biggest mockery that ain’t stu
still can’t see that sid don’t want you ever since your debut
so you got shot by cox, fitting they got skeet to play you

[interlude: packgod, ghostface]
h*llo?
i heard you was 5 foot 1, dead boy
what?
i see you wearing stilts right now. what ya need em for?
where did you g* get this information?

[verse 2: ghostface]
hehehehe… well let’s just say
i’m the only one watching you over the age of 8
i can see why when you roast, you always star 67 them
you look like one punch could make you hide your face forever, b*tch
face it, you only dissed the doctor for respect and views
from your server where child p*rn’s running rampant, too
looks like the only pedophile that you aren’t happy to
make revenue off with your sh*tty diss tracks is you
you wanna be gassed up, elias
‘til i blow your house up with you and your mom inside it
because you’d rather look for victims than look for a new house
packing everything except your bags so you can move out
cut your call short, make this grown man cry
you can ask my victims if i can land lines
but if you still wanna fight
put down that phone little b*tch, i’m outside
[interlude: packgod, stasious]
he hehe… oh ghostface…. you vulnerable*white*woman chasing, voice*changing, 17*year*old preying, murder*mystery*plot regurgitating little boy. your flattened head wouldn’t be able to comprehend the bars i’m about to spit if your brain was the size of wes craven’s tumor… (packgod man… you gotta calm down… it’s not worth it*) if you don’t shut yo*

[verse 3: packgod]
chicken paste kitchen steak on a dinner plate
interstate clouds gettin gray, boy its finna rain
ass up, with yo mr beast chicken wing mix*ed breed
with a centipede and a mr bean lego piece looking ahh boy
the sp*ce council considers yo breath a cosmic intruder
yo moms on a mental health break as a yaoi comic reviewer
boy you get paid in quicksand to stomp on frogs in the sewer
the girls in high school used to call you the c*ckroach connoisseur
dirty ass, you went viral on youtube for chanting gay slurs in zulu
so yo dad walked in yo room and shot yo pet beetle named hulu
i’m really packin yo whole chicken bone with a radio
and a broken phone and an empty home and a half and whole jalapeno
snowcone chromosome in the zone dog bone with a loan, hobo
earlobe hanging low to the floor what’s the code? i dont know ahh, boy
your gymnast studied the physics of doing kickflips on a stick shift
now im packin and flappin and dabbin and zappin yo ass, so shut yo mr. crocker ass*

[verse 4: ghostface]
if i stabbed you in your kidneys
and skewed you like pig meat, how would you go down in history?
the shrimp who would do anything to seem like he’s a big thing?
like wh0re out his dignity like he mothered f*cking sidney?
you think you’re cleaning out scum by being embarrassing
but you won’t spend a single second cleaning out your hair grease
so how about i cleave those f*cking limbs off your little bones
and watch you try to script your new ghostface packing video
you blew up and your ego had your interests turning inwards
you should’ve stayed as big as your days of saying the n word
but now, i got this b*tch rapping worse than opera gx could
and wishing that he stayed at home, taking leaves out of leafy’s book
the question’s still unanswered: what happened to his victims?
i’ll do you all a favor and spare you the 10 minutes
his only victim is him and his image to other people
immortalized as just his high school bully phase’s sequel

- prodfuchsia lyrics

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