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superior - ashtin larold lyrics

[intro: ashtin larold]
yo
lyrical epilepsy
my bars got diabetes
yeah

[verse 1: ashtin larold]
listening to all you f-cking rappers makes my ears bleed
i’m still waiting for someone important just to hear me
i’m clearly on another level, none of you are near me
’cause i just beat bowser’s castle: me and peach are getting freaky
yeah, all you f-gs are using cheat codes
you copycat impostors can’t defeat me with your weak flows
you’re meek foes who eat chodes
i’m going f-cking beast mode
you rappers are cybermen, well, consider me vegeto
yo, i’m a lyrical da vinci
you couldn’t make me flinch: i’ll f-cking turn you into mincemeat
you say your bars are ill? well, that would make mine f-cking sickly
you can try and hit me, but you’ll probably miss me, then get blitzkrieg’d
bars so potent, charlie sheen would overdose
normal mortals listen to my lyrics and go comatose
i hope you know that i don’t ever plan on being overthrown
especially when your -rs-nal’s composed of those atrocious flows
shhhh…can you hear it?
skinny white boy’s gone insane with his lyrics
yeah, said he’s completely gone
and n0body else be on the sh-t that he be on!

[verse 2: mat4yo]
except mat’
finally on the track, i’m here to go insane
you can hop right on it, too, but be wary of the train
i am scary to the game
you should really be afraid
when i escape my skinny white suit and send fairies to their graves (rah)
you as fly as a broken-boned chocobo
i hope you know the ropes and don’t go down a hopeless choker
nope, i ain’t no dope; i won’t hold back to choke a hobo
if he told me i’m a h0m-, no-show, chode, or bro with no flow
i cremate the beat, turn it into grave matter
i’m a-1-a; rather, you’re on gray matter
i’m insane, matter of a fact: you’re a sane hatter
falling in a rabbit’s habitat just made you way badder
aye, batter, batter, better check the big picture
i’m a pitcher who didn’t double-major a belly-itcher
you couldn’t hit these missiles with an aimbot on
bro, check your face out on yougotslayed.com!
oh yeah, and bro, i ain’t your bro, i’m a bro-a constrictor
book you for the clinic, ’cause my flow, it got sicker
wow, you downed that haterade: bro, you want a sticker?
here, this one says, “mat4yo caused my chode to get thicker”, like ooh

[outro: mat4yo + ashtin larold]
if you a gold-spitter, then pinocchio’s no fibber
bars!

- ashtin larold lyrics

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