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lirik lagu lethal attack i – singshot

[verse 1: slingshot]
its time to prove that i’m the best up in the qc
spee’s a little b-tch he ain’t wantin to hear the new me
talk to me about yo music i won’t even listen
you the best up in yo city? well i’m the best at dissin
f-ck spee and his lil b-tch rappin it f-ckin sucks d-ck
you thinkin i fell out the game i didn’t you can trust it
yo auto tune sounds like you rappin into a bucket
you ain’t a rapper or a producer you f-ckin dumb b-tch
now imma slaughter you, rip your f-ckin lungs outa you
everybody that doubted you, know that slingshot gon’ body you
better not bring a clean shirt cause know that this sh-t gets sloppy dude
blood up on the floor so know that we gon’ need a mop or two
congratulations you’ve observed that i’m white
but you can not deny that i’m f-ckin superb when i write
h-ll if u really bout it we can take this off of the mic
so meet me in the streets and we’ll make this a real mans fight, b-tch
i f-ckin warned you now you thirsty for war
f-ck with me and trust that yo ride is a he-rs- from the morgue
i burst through the door, you cryin beggin knees on the floor
you f-ckin prayin for mercy, i’m praying for blood and gore
i was talkin sh-t on facebook til it was all you could take
now u dissed me lemme show you how you just made a mistake
you a fake p-ssy rapper and imma make you a grave
how you sayin you the best when you ain’t ever seen a stage, look
schizophrenic crazy maniac as you can see
ain’t a rapper from the quad cities that’s quite as good as me
now i’m about to murder spee, think this diss is number 3
think you learned yo lesson i’m the teacher now just take a seat
can’t write a verse so don’t even start on a hook
how u gonna try to rap when u can’t even read a book
you mistook me for a b-tch -ss rapper just by my looks
yeah i’m white, but my bars are so hot that yo speaker cooked
now spee’s about to cry, i know you traumatized
cause your hole is getting deeper every time i jot a line
getting more and more offended every time i spit a rhyme
now u feeling stupid cause i left u speechless like a mime
i’m angry but that doesn’t matter
what matters is i’ll f-ckin murder you with the back of a f-ckin hammer
and i see you climbing up that little ladder
so ill be sitting on the roof waiting to kick you and watch the blood splatter
dissin spee was easy i can fire shots without a gun
if somebody asks you who the best is, i’m the one

[verse 2: slingshot]
“if somebody asks you who the best is, i’m the one” 5x
sike lemme continue to murder him, i ain’t done!
spee to rap like me it takes a little bit of sk!ll
all your life you never spit an ounce of nothing real
i spit the sh-t from way deep down it comes out ill
i’ll murder you and tell the cops that it’s a kool-aid spill
now spee is tryna f-ckin get up on my level, get my head up
just to keep from screaming like i’m heavy metal, now i’m fed up
stupid mother-f-cker sayin that you better, got my bread up
then i murder you with rhymes that you could never set up
yeah i’m crazy but that’s just the way that slingshot does it
i’ll leave a cut on you with a cup under so the blood just
drips into the cup and when its full imma f-ckin guzzle it
quit talkin all that sh-t or i’ll be forced to f-ckin muzzle it
since day one you always f-ckin treated me the same
said that i suck and told me i would never rise to fame
well guess what now i’m buzzing, i took advice from my cousin
and didn’t f-ck with yo little b-tch -ss you ain’t nothin
see i was cool but now i cut the cr-p
cause everybody that ive ever talked to says you can’t rap
scarring people with yo sh-tty tats
spee just pick up a new hobby because sk!ll is something that you lack
there ain’t a f-ckin beat i can’t destroy
but murking you over this beat is gonna be a treat that i enjoy
you smoke a lot i know u high boy
but that sh-t just ain’t an excuse to get beat at rap by a white boy
cause sk!ll is something that you can’t deny
and your lack of it’s the reason that you’re murdered by a white guy
so look me dead up in my red eyes
and tell me that im dope cause if u don’t then i know thats a d-mn lie
b-tch you better duck quick
cause slingshot’s coming at you with guns blazing, you’re scared because you’re f-cked b-tch
you’re sh-t outa luck b-tch, i’m not one to f-ck with
i just proved to everybody f-ckin spee sucks d-ck
you should just quit yo dissin, you bout to learn now
i’m the f-cking teacher shut your f-ckin mouth, sit and listen
i’m getting tired of all your little b-tching
so imma throw yo mixtape in the toilet before i get to k!lling
sentences i’m writing spitting fire now ignited
turning up you ain’t invited you a b-tch quit yo crying
say you’re good now quit your lying, all i ever spit is fire
while you’re so down low you’re mining, i’m up in the air i’m flying
spitting bars like on the daily am i the best i may be
spee you make be cough but my sh-ts sick homie like rabies
now you a bit concerned, tryna diss you better learn
all of my respect is earned, spit the fire you got burned with
what up its slingshot i’m back
and i think you all just witnessed, a lethal attack

- singshot

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