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“fukk Up In Here…”
You a lyin’ ass mothafukka mane… I tried to tell nikkas bout you mane…
“fukk Up In Here …”
You been lyin since Pre-K nikka… Ducktales was ya fav Cartoon nikka… Trynna imitate Styles nikka…
“fukk Up In Here”
Why
fukk wit ya posts like Ether...
Still
Think you made Hoax you know you...
Lie
Why did you try to tell me...
Dude
You taped it on a Celly...
You played yourself
You a crazy bytch
Ya lies had nikkas hatin
Even the great Vets, till you got caught…
And I Tried to give….
You respect, but you lost it kid…
Aint none left…
Weak, breh, whored, out, tossed tout, bleeding!
I debate yall, face palm
... yo bruh, hold up, you a mothafukkin clown
How can Really be lyin?
C o l o r e d t e x t at your SPINE…
CAPS LOCK at the side of your head, get outta the thread…
Held on to, a rumor, since... 2001?
I am not foolish… If you believe that you gotta be stupid…
Sat in the basement, made the audio like a Dufus…
With ya Lyin Phony Games, got me in a bad mood bytch….
Why
fukk wit ya posts like Ether...
Still
Think you made Hoax you know you...
Lie
Why did you try to tell me...
Dude
You taped it on a Celly...
Yall nikkas lame makin songs that’s bogus…
What’s sad is I love you
Cause you’re my brother, you traded your soul for trollin
My child, I’ve watched you make posts that are shameless
And now a frown like a sad dad watchin is only son do lame shyt
You seem to only be concerned with fabrication..
Were you abused as a child, by ya pappy, molestation?
Well life is harsh, buddy, don’t be hatin
Or make disses that sound fake and, Have nikkas debatin
In 2001, you was just pickin ya boogers
Watchin Ducktales… trynna envision your future
All it did was give you a lie for you to run with
Lying in my face, had me putting shyt #On-God
Ridin Hussle wave, no evidence, no proof
No real bars nikka, just lies, no truth
Just fake reverb, and a crowd that loop
You should be banned, ya phony, ya fake, ya p*ssy, ya Stan
I’ll still rip ya ass, page 86 and still lying bad?
You Pinocio.. face hurtin now, nose getting longer
And I know its cus you used to get kicked by ya father
Breh, I’m trynna kick that shyt, you gotta take heed:
Believe us, the truth will fukkin set you free!
Since you a lame kiddy, blame Daddy or blame Mummy?
Oh I get it, you were born with ya Brain Funny
Ya first lie died cus the WAV, was in Stereo patterns
And then you come back again still pushin the matter?
Put it together, Pathological liar, that aint took his medicine
And now you try to say I lie, brethren?
Take this
bold font brethren, you get exposed on brethren
Woat label, wit yo fables you get road on, brethren
Frida got you hot cus he kept his face up ya ass
What you think cus they believe you Imma give you a pass?
Ne-Gro please... you fake ass diss havin
Impersonators on ya track, compared to me you wack
And ya mans made you voice both rappers, a shame
You trash, went from, a fake ass Jada to Styles and shyt
And, Really done murdered you at ya own shyt
You a truth-hiding fakkit, you love the attention...
Really Really run you nikka, check the thread again bytch… --->
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Ha,
@up in here , don’t make no more rap diss
Pinocio, don’t make no more rap diss
Every story that you told got tore up and trashed quick
Real audio, to created the Hoax… Damn you a faq bytch
So little shorty prolly hung on his dad dikk
Now you messed up for good, and lyin is Habit…
It’s a damn shame that you got exposed by Acid…
You drop Fibs, apologize nikka, just ask Cig