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Deh SMESH

 

Deh SMESH


Tactical nuke incoming

I thought that you was A1? You can't even flip a burger mate
You say I took a stretch because I'm choking you from my home state
You called me Jack Black and also Patrick Swayze
A wrestler in a movie and a badass for the ladies, hey
Roundhouse kick to this internet shit
Take a dip then I spit clips in his hip hop ribs
Right hook to the chin, I got Teflon skin
I'm just playing with you like Khabib, I'ma smesh this
I'm bobbing and weaving while I just see you fatiguing
I seen your hour long video, who you trying to make believe it?
Clou9 said something and it really had me cheesing
You a dweeb with a mental illness, go and call up Dr. Phyllis
Can't catch me outside 'cause you always where the screen is
I go so fucking hard you want to come cut off my penis
You gotta step inside my room because I'm still inside it leading
I'm a dragon on the mic, you're wet matches outside in winter
You called me Dylann Roof, you can keep the first name
Stick the "D" down your throat, I'll use the rest to cover from the rain
Stop hiding your face behind your iPhone 4k
You strut like a hooker, baby, walk this way
Man you're mad that I'm swagging
And you get angry and mad 'cause I stay bobbing
Like gaming in Madden, you're the one that I'm sacking
You ain't getting your quarterback and if you're feeling scared, yellow flag
Trying not to drop the fumble when you hit the touchback
You want it come and get it, code red I got plenty
Turn your Tune Core check into a ugly cup of pennies
Go and snort that ski lodge you got with all them Abraham Lincolns
Salty tears from your minions make it where I won't be singing (Ahh)
I'ma D-boy strutting down your block now
Travel to Nebraska just to build my own White House
Got all your haters mad I got the cornhusks with me
Dealt it in my hand to backhand this fucking look-a-like Booker T
This Undertaker's taking a pimp Kane to the streets
Propaganda rapper, why you lying through your teeth?
I wouldn't be surprised if you was with hip hop police
Keep giving me credit for felonies I commit on beats (Ahh)
Ho chill while I spin the chrome wheels
Stuck in mud with you is funny 'cause I already stood here
So, who ain't a rapper? Who can't lyrically attack ya?
Who ain't got no rhythm? I'm white and still sound blacker (Woo)
How you battling with no ammunition?
Where's your feature with Tech N9ne, he wasn't feeling you neither? Damn
I seen the promotion that you paid for on the interweb
Your sissy friends bitching in Honda Civics throwing hissy fits
This time tell your buddy quickly lift up his shirt
Suck his titty for milk when you're quenching for thirst
I'm feeling Too LIT don't make me hit up artofkickz
And borrow some Air Force's to finally come and stomp you out with
Looking on fire before but now you're starting to smolder
He came with a sling shot and a rock to fight Hercules holding some boulders
Man this is terrific, yeah let's get into specifics
You couldn't write about me without mentioning politics or some pigment
Yeah, you right we different, I do not get dented
You're playing mind games with psychology and fucking physics
You bring bullshit with it, I bring bullfrog ribbits
No you might not get it but I'm wiser with the spit
You call yourself legit, but boy you ain't even legitimate
You're not a battle rapper you're sentimental with sentiment
In your feelin's intimate, tricking yourself into thinking you're ripping shit
When you isn't slick, you're the one that's engaging this
And you know what, you weak ass carbon copy emcee
Hear me out 'cause there's something I want you to explain to me
How your IQ so low you gon' compare me to Dylann Roof?
Take lessons from Churchman and killshot yourself fool
Why you gotta be so motherfucking sloppy and reckless
If I told you to break a leg you'd IHOP to breakfast
Take a shit in a urinal 'cause your aim is so helpless
The reason you ain't signed 'cause you ain't worth shelfing
And you, Hit Brainiac, what the fuck you looking at?
Start producing the new Ja Rule off topic flopping retarded starter tracks
I gotta take a piss, go ahead give me the Starter caps
I ain't giving no autographs
I'ma wipe my ass and send it back in some fucking bubble wrap
That's what I call G mail
I'll overnight ship it so you still get the "I'm the shit" smell
Scru you ain't militant, for every attempt is a plummet
You fired a shot, I wasn't budging, two more and still nothing
I don't know what's lower you or North Korea's defense budget
And as far as I'm concerned this beef is now deceased
The mad cow had to die 'cause it had a fucking disease
So for everyone in the future who thinks they gonna clout chase me
I didn't get this big from not being able to fucking bleed
I rap for no color, I rap for no money
Half the shit I got I give it to my brothers or my homies
You can stereotype me a million ways you want, dude
But you won't beat me in hip hop I'm a pro with the tools (Hmm)

Oh wait, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
And also your lyrics do look like some bitchy victim quotes
Your last track sounded like a song Hillary Clinton wrote
I'm in a sea of rappers you paddle a uneven boat
Yeah, I am a comedian that's why you always end up the losing joke
Church

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