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the real rap devil (mgk diss) - chain gangz (chainz) lyrics

you ain’t been pumpin’ in years
now you try poppin’ your guns
shooting your shot at the lord
the devil gon’ cover your guns
i sold my soul to the devil for fun
glock to my head
bullets all over my tongue
covered in felonies
soak you in kerosene
google my record b-tch i’m not the one
i bet i say what i wanna
i bet i aim for the gunna
bet you do nothin’ about it
cause you ain’t about it
you soft as a rubber
i use on your mother
but not on your b-tch
she get popped with no jimmie
i’m givin your daughter a brother
but f-ck it you runnin’ and duckin’
and say that you thuggin
them choppers ain’t nothin
i really been blooded
cut up your body now food for the soma
never gon hesitate eatin you rappers is all that i wanted
g-eazy said that you lame and you buggin
em said that you plugged into nothin
come to my city
you see that i’m plugged into thunder
stay in your lane this is bumper to bumper
you can get hit like what’s under them covers
man, no one gives no mother f-ck about no mgk
i murder you and keep the pushin’ like it’s dgk
b-tch you’re not welcome throwin shade
let’s call the speaker sway
you soft as f-ck
all that hoe inside your dna
you’s a b-tch i’ll hit up diddy
i’m your new replacement
you got no record
got no charges b-tch
so how you gangster
check my rapsheet
it’s on google
i ain’t fake to make it
man you’s a p-ssy
know that chopper leave you smooth and shaven
i been to prisons where they k!ll you
if you white and tatted
but i survived/so what’s that say
i think i like the challenge
yah i’m gone i love the madness
yah my minds unbalanced
you be talkin’ like you tough
but you ain’t ’bout that action
three rounds in the ring with a beast now
three rounds and a ding put a beast down
freestyle with a heat on my waist
everybody lookin’ at me like i’m senile
you folded under yelawolf but you big now
i can
flip kelly like a dismount
ru’run up in your crib put the kid down
have you beggin’ me tellin’ me put the stick down
how you the devil if you christian b-tch you trippin’
i got pentagrams and candles summon demons leakin’ wisdom
i know that i can’t be beat
cause i seen it when it was written
i sign on the dotted line
and i started collected victims
who you flexin’
you ain’t satan
you look like you’ll write a statement
i’ll take me a flight to cleveland
i’ll pull up b-tch on location
got no worries like i’m wayne
i got bodybags in the bas-m-nt
i take a trip back today
and get blood all over my apr-n
what you sayin’
i got partners all in cleveland
reppin’ heartless felons
the darkness spreads and you know
lyrically i’m armageddon
i’ll start to head in your direction
with your ark to heaven
i dot your melon
leave you headless
when i spark the weapon
started as honkey honkin’ his jaws
like he bout it
your dad was probably too drunk and sloppy
to see that you’re clownin’
it’s hard to see around my way
you know this gun smokin’ cloudy
i be the cracker that k!lled a gunner
so don’t pull around
and you really don’t want no part of me
f-ckin sh-t that you talk about
heard a couple of your tracks
and i can see that you talk alot
let the chopper speak for itself
he got words for the both of us
throw a scope on top of this stick
you won’t even get close enough
you’s a b-tch
i’m in atlanta
you don’t wanna find me
i be eatin’
i’m undefeated
so come and try me
grab the hammer
i go bananas
i’ll show you grimey
it’s perfect timing

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