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ashtin larold vs koppsosick - ashtin larold lyrics

[verse 1: ashtin larold]
listen, i go by ashtin larold, let’s prove this shit is a joke to me
now when i asked you to battle, you should’ve just said no to me
you said you’ve only lost once, was that supposed to scare me?
b-tch, my record’s f-cking flawless, just go ask the other jeremy
this f-ggot had a bike helmet on in his twitter pics, on his skateboard doing simple tricks
b-tch, you don’t know what hip hop is
you little-d-ck brittle shit, i can riddle and spit a limerick six times as ill as koppsosick
this ain’t grind time, this ain’t url, this ain’t king of the dot
this is pvi, b-tch, and i’m the king of the spot
i’ll diminish any sk!lls this kid thinks that he’s got
and prove once and for all i am sicker than kopp
this kid is seriously a f-cking joke
you don’t puff or smoke, you stay home reading tumblr quotes
rubbing your disgusting chode and wishing you were chuck$odope
you are dreaming if you think that you can win this, wake up
that baby–ss face looks like you’re always wearing makeup
if you weren’t already fat, i’d tell you to get your weight up
holy f-ck, call the paparazzi, queen latifah got a shapeup
you look like an extra-tubby teletubby
you are young-as-f-ck looking and you’re chunky
you ain’t even gotta smoke weed to get the munchies
hold up, hold up, eat a snickers, b-tch, you’re a diva when you’re hungry
i bet i know all of your punchlines, and that shit’s weak
cough syrup, my lungs, my dad, my acne? b-tch please!
you wanna talk real shit? really?
six months, my dad ditched me
i’ve been mentally unstable since i was 15
that’s real shit, guys, i’ve got nothing to hide
i’ve been real close to suicide about four or five times
now man the f-ck up, look me in the eyes
joke about that, you can’t stomp out my pride

[verse 2: koppsosick]
see, i hate to break it to you but you cannot rap, man
now everyone’s votes, i got them, batman
it’s koppsosick, an introduction i need no
say you’re beating me, though
you’ve got a better chance your sister making a pep rally free throw
now you were on twitter thinking i was scared of him
he’s a hard rapper that overdosed on claritin
i’ll destroy you, bring you down to your knees
so down, miss your mark, uh, can i have alex kopp please?
everybody told me watch out for the goon smacker
cos i’m a new rapper that’s gonna make you fall like a 9/11 newscaster
so watch out for what, i said who? casper?
you swore you had this rap shit down like you master
see, if you cannot tell, i will make your girl like black girls like what [?] did to michelle
see, cos i’m taking you to the pool, cl-ss is in session
kopp k!lled jeremy, that’s one of the high school confessions
i’m about to blow like i’m radioactive
quick! somebody get him some proactiv
see, you’re okay with lyrics but you lack with your delivery
i know you hate your dad so i don’t wanna upset him
cos he left when you were six months so your mom asked me to step in
see, cos he thinks he’s real hard whenever he starts hurting me
but i’m free, if he says he’s gonna murder me
cos i’m coming out of nowhere, most of y’all have never heard of me
cos i’ll turn this place into a nuke town quick, only verbally
this championship i might take, cos you steady getting benched like matt arthur’s highlight tape
see, my bars get any sicker i might hurl
i’ll make you shut down like mike johnson when he talks to white girls
this is gonna get so bad, they’re gonna want me to stop it
watch me give your mom rounds, kinda like your pop did

[verse 3: ashtin larold]
this is a rap battle, not a twitter fight
you’re a chubby f-ck that sits and writes, recording on your shitty mic
your voice sounds like a little dyk-, you clearly ate too many little bites
we’re two completely different types, my bars are always really tight
you sound like you are really white
but this f-ggot thought cos i was white that this would be an easy win
well let me key you in on a little secret, b-tch, this ain’t leave it to beaver, kid
and i can beat this piece of shit who beats his d-ck to penis pics ’til jesus sees and says i’m being way too mean to him
listen, you’re white, you probably sit in little cars listening to linkin park
you saw the notebook twenty times and said “awh that broke my little heart”
i saw him shopping with his mom and he was sitting in the cart
you look like a tanned gummy bear, how the f-ck do you think you’re hard?
i knew from the very beginning that this f-ggot was all talk
put some b-ss in your voice, pipsqueak, or wait ’til your b-lls drop
you’re small, kopp, i can keep going ’til you’re saying “awh stop”
call this f-ggot paul blart cos i’m about to maul kopp
why do they call you kopp? you should change your name
you don’t kopp green, you don’t kopp head, you don’t got respect, you don’t got cred
you’ll never find a b-tch in kopp’s bed
you don’t got bars, you don’t got bread
so just change your name or drop dead
you are softer than a couple of feathers that have been bundled together
kopp’s not that sick, he’s just feeling a little under the weather
you can’t win, you are neither funny or clever
you look like a 12-year-old nutty professor who just gets [?]
this guy’s not a rapper, everything he spits is trash
if this guy’s a rapper, so is mr. mcgrath

[verse 4: koppsosick]
so if you grinding me up, i guess we’ll just pretend
i’mma make you choke, gasping for air like your lungs collapsed again
see, we’re spitting bars out here, i don’t know why y’all are hating for
’cause i got my boy chuck with me, we’re ready to ride like skateboard
i say, ’cause if he start going, ain’t nobody gonna stop him
’cause you a straight cheat like your name’s alex [?]
’cause after i rip through you, they’re gonna want to know who’s next
the way i’m violent with these white people they’ll call me malcolm x
’cause he came in, he said “oh, it’s hate time”
i’ll whoop this white boy, you’ll think it was a hate crime
so you came with some prewritten and so did i and we rapped it
i bully white niggas, it’s why i got thrown out of camden catholic
i say so dope and so sick, this is my team
i’ll get you thrown out of this school like your name was kyle green
this f-ggot thinks that i’m scared of him, i’m with my boy jay
donald’s all american, wait, hold up, i say, wait, i say
cos we just battle, i don’t know why the cops came, we didn’t mean to fight
where’s maddie [?] we’re hitting a home run with grace tonight
and any feelings you caught, just go ahead and let go
’cause tonight, i need six more people, we’re running a train on grace, like the metro

- ashtin larold lyrics

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