RIP YOU CLOWNS (feat. Rainguap, Marion, Blake & Bubba)
Foster Samels
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Oh, f*ck! You fellas need to stop playin' Damn Looks like we went too far with our last track It made y'all feelings get hurt, now y'all Actually got mad As your dad, I'm proud you finally learned how To rap The battle's over though, everyone knows that I smoked your ass Bubba Blake Adams, Rainguap, and Marion Let's shit on these clowns, fuckin' put they Asses to rest again You been talkin' like you got the N-word pass Or somethin' I'm guessin' but you're not black I can't tell by your complexion, you Mexican And you're gettin' better, but you still kinda Suck ass at rappin' You need to go take a nap and get off that free Ass fuckin' app you're usin' How everybody knows you, nothing Interesting about you Couldn't show us your house, we weren't Gonna do nothin' bad to you Hehe Don't get me started on Akondi, such a Snaky-Ass bitch It's why he gets along with me while dating Hannah grace pritchett We pull up to 7-Eleven and buy everything in It We got mom's credit card so the money is Infinite Kymani shaved his hair off cause it's got lice in It Pussy as f*ck, can't be confronted on they lyrics Say na-na-na-na, we playin' like some pussy-Ass bitches When I post your disses on me, you beg me to Take them down You're worthless and ugly, bitch We wish you would fuckin' drown F*ck it, the battle's over Rest in peace, you fuckin' clown Hey, ho We didn't forget about you, Akondi We on your ass, Slim Let's get it F*ck your fake-ass beard, man You ain't goin' through no pain You get no type of butt, you not in the club, yo I'm bout to dub your ass, man I'm fuckin' bitches from the past I been hittin' that gas, shit, I just laugh Your fat-ass forehead remind me of bitches at Morehead Skinny bitches, skinny twigs No ass, no nothin', nigga Just straight, flat cash, like Shit, you ain't get no cash, so I just be hittin' The dash Get your bread up, lil' nigga Blake Adams F*ck Akondi, bro He's a bitch His lil' ass stinky His lil' ass dirty as shit His lil' ass ugly as shit Akondi a bitch, bro Like, actually, like, I'm not even rappin', bro It's just like, it's really what Akondi does, bro Like, Akondi see me in basketball cookin' He see me in football cookin' I could go beat his ass That was Bubba Don't f*ck with us We got Bubba on our side Akondi, I can't drive, aight Good luck gettin' a ride next time You not rollin' with us again, senior year Without a license on a bus with some fresh-Men Motherfucker, Kymani Jeffrey's not on your dick He just had an opinion and admitted I'm Winnin' Pissed off and salty, can't keep your mans in Your own camp Why you goin' at Jeffrey He ain't even involved, man Who said he could rap At least he knows that he can't Jeffrey's got a mop Okay, yeah He uses it to scoop up bitches you don't get Cause you're gay No Girl says What's that kid with hair lookin' like a Helmet's Name And to avoid lookin' like you I shave my face every fuckin' day Ay, ay Kymani a bitch, nigga That's a nigga we don't like A clown, nigga That's a nigga we don't like Ay, Talkin' all that shit You get your ass sniped Ay, bitch boy, get your ass smacked up Ay, catch you lackin', you know that your time's Up Ay, Akondi talkin' crazy I know his bitch ass just get bullied Catch your ass lackin' I'ma do you fuckin' cruddy Ay, bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Ay, lame niggas, that's that shit I don't like Ay, f*ck niggas, that's that shit I don't like Don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like Ay, bitch niggas, that's that shit I don't like Ay, that's that shit I don't like Bitch niggas, I don't like He want smoke, then it's on sight You a pussy boy, I don't like Pussy pepper, nigga, you're the type to wear a Skirt Man, your goatee fuckin' suck You had lice up in your head Take your fuckin' L, nigga Get up off the stage, boy Kymani, you a whole bitch All your disses suck, bitch Me and Marion, Foster, we got Bubba and Blake, too F*ck Kymani and f*ck Akondi Both them niggas wack Why'd y'all hop on Kymani's ship It already sinkin' now F*ck it, the battle's over Rest in peace, you fuckin' clowns Nigga, think he want it, I wake up Nigga, tell him not to finish, smack him in his Face, yeah Nigga, you a bitch Nigga, you a bitch, yeah Nigga, think he want it, I'm the worst, huh Swim past a nigga just like Forza Wake up in the morning, I need more sauce F*ck Kymani Bone That nigga got no brain Did this shit off a iPhone, I don't even got a mic Bitch, a nigga, f*ck Kymani This shit a fuckin' joke, its fuckin' gay Nigga, need a Google translator, restart Bitch, keep talkin' to me, nigga, you a retard Nigga, do this in your bed, man, that shit was Some feet, yeah Bitch, I wake up in the morning, all I think of You is clean, yeah Wait, I was supposed to do diss, what the f*ck I still dissed him didn't I
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Written by: Albert Ukiteyedi, Foster Samels, Marion Raymond
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