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tough love - bad karma lyrics

[coast]

i hate your face and i don’t like your att-tude
and your bars are so par, bunch of f-ggot dudes
y’all don’t spark heaters, a bunch of bark eaters
attracted to the void like the termites in dark cedar
that’s what haters do, f-cking hating fools
fit your whole body of work inside a baby shoe
how lame is you chasing after rap dreams
my sh-t’s priceless, you cheaper than a flat screen
make threats on the net, having war with tecs
sh-t is softer than the threads that i wore to bed
you oldschool acting like you got the bomb still
i’m writing verses, you working on your farmville
you wasn’t infamous, your sentiment is sensitive
you ain’t there for war amongst the pr-ck is ?? with helplessness
heartless as your sentences is, hollow as your soul’s keeper
i prefer it best to play your sh-t when i got no speakers
get your flow ethered on some j&r sh-t
cats really think we only on some praise god tip
that’s nonsense and kind of hard to grasp it
rappers shooting blanks at they target, demographic
i hit the bullseye and beat it til it swoles shut
drop verses on these c-nts til they go nuts
sh-t is -ss still and you don’t want the f-g k!lled
i’ll take the knife out from your rib, you acting like your stab k!ll

[tabs]

you can’t blaze me, i’m mad ill
you know it’s mad fire plus i’m known to ghost writers jay-z and mad sk!llz
man chill your hand sk!lls belong at a landfill
make a better decision, like head on collisions i smash grills
i’m past real, you past phony and erroneous
i only spit that copious amount of holy sh-t
you know we is the truth and you owning a g-y rumor
the sh-t i said makes you think i’m sick in the head like brain tumors
so move aside with your foolish pride
you’s a sucker, your mother should’ve had her tubes tied with you inside
claiming you k!ll it but i knew you lied
you didn’t k!ll it, your music died cuz it committed suicide
the noose is tied, your crew should hide punk
cuz they spewing useless lies, just a unified front
i don’t mean to bruise your pride but you could die chump
cuz i’m deadly off the top like a suicide jumper
i thought you would’ve smartened up eventually
i spit a fire larger enough to burn you carbon f-cks for centuries
you should be run over by a garbage truck relentlessly
cuz i don’t think a b-tch-slap is a harsh enough penalty
you’s a disgrace and handing you a mic was a mistake
i’ma confront you and put my fist straight through your b-tch face
f-ck your mixtape, this is hip-hop weekly
looking at me with a crooked eye but these kids cannot see me

[tones]

i’m starring through your music just like i watch tv through the speaker
like why ain’t this theater got 3d
when you get destroyed and make the words you think void
now there’s a war between you and your fans like pink floyd
you rolling spliffs in the rain, son your joints sold
you couldn’t even sell out to get your points across
you like a hand sandwich, ain’t holding no bread
take my ?? like most of my rhymes over your head
for the kids, the gift’s infinite, i could rap forever
you failed the last test possessed by your lack of effort
my fam back together and you know what we rep
you ain’t making moves no more, not even one step
sun swept the room by the light that crept in son
rise after the last moon of armageddon
i do this sh-t for fun, we in a different game
i rep for big pun, you rep for lil wayne
you oscar the grouch and you kids is only elmo
the only thing i rep with the south is throwing elbows
i’m like big l, you like kid cudi
i’m a free rolled pound, you lint l1cking a dutchie
you sesame street going against rosetta stone
i couldn’t find you on the net like you’re never home
but you’re always there cuz you ain’t got no fam
kids want to be down but don’t get up with they man

[coal cash]

i spit death as if compressed black powder
then rap hours, devour 24’s like jack bauer
you act sour popping sh-t with gat power
cops k!ll blacks and get sprinkled in a crack shower
i smack cowards, towered over your clique
you’re forced to talk ?? wipe the sh-t off your lip
you on the industry d-ck, only fit for the sit and spin
my kin’s a different breed, you ain’t the league we spitting in
i’m sh-tting in your mouth, ran the deed to your house
out my brain like rick james, rub my feet on your couch
slap my meat on your spouse, douse her in hot octane
storm on your parade mothaf-cker, that is not rain
i’m not sane, stomp your brains into darkness
if a light sparks, it’s reminiscing of auschwitz
this is heartless, force feeding you dog sh-t
you don’t want war, you ain’t ready for my sword tip
i’m cyborg, a ????? face
drawer ignored your corpse, left nothing for the chalk trace
these frauds fake and wake in a fire bath
where your -ss is raped with a barbed wire staff
a higher path and i can p-ss off the pinnacle
you’ll be blown to bits cuz every hit is critical
centrifugal force of my thoughts are dropped deadly
when karma ate the planet heads were not ready

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