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killshot (nerdcore) - daddyphatsnaps lyrics

[chorus: fabvl]
dps hit me with a text
told ‘em “line up, who’s next?”
catch ‘em talking wild, i’m vexed
cause i’m never given more, i’m obsessed

[verse 1: fabvl]
y’all be lookin strong with the flex
instagram and twitter, cash a check
i been up next
all night working, you’re upset
won’t last long, cause your sk!lls not a set. go and bet
you’ll be nothing but a let down
sipping on your lean, wanting more, you’ll be dead clown
you are not a vet, pound
anything you said into cement, crown
anybody other than the p-wn, this is chess now
game rap isn’t the same, fact
so stop comparing anybody ever to me
y’all be putting out the same trash
looking to aim, crash. then wonder why
b-tch, it’s the birds and the bees, i’m talking a, b, c’s
listen up, imma break it down for ya
sounds all the same, got me snoring
but that’s not important
lots of lame sh-t’s gone soaring
so you think, that could be me, nah it’s rhetoric
all the greats came and mastered it, practiced what they preach
come in to take the game but you’re always looking to cheat
wanna be something, but everybody’s using you till you weak
drained, broken, and tattered then they leave you out on the street
nah
y’all can do better than that
start marketing music that lasts forever and stack
real fans, build it all, all you’re bettering at
is being fake, while i’m loving what i do, so attack

[chorus]

[verse 2: daddyphatsnaps]
“daddyphatsnaps, why don’t you do real rap?”
real rap? what is that? gucci gang, steel? gats?
i’d rather listen to dan bull, for real, snap
than that garbage you can rap, it’s real cr-p
meanwhile, you got some real artists
spitting real bars, crazy you still call us
lesser than them, honest to god i will tarnish
anyone coming at me, daddy is still hardest
i’m coming at you all, you’re a target
cleaning up sh-t like the charmin department
pardon me sergeant, meet mr don’t start it
and don’t let me sharpen the pencil bo-guarding
anyone coming at us, get no pardon
better come with lyrics, fo sho, and no jargon
you sprinting on the beat to keep up, and i’m jogging
there’s no nodding, no flow, and no noggin
i’ve been waiting patiently for someone to speak
the last beat that i murdered, he averted the heat
but i’m telling you, i want it, that is certain to me
so quit commenting you love it when you’re murdering me
behind my back, i’m telling you i’m waiting for this
i wanna see a twitter thread that you’re making a diss
but you won’t, so i’ll just be making a fist
let it fly when you speak to the gaping abyss
you’ve got a million syllables to work with
but everything you’re saying’s elementary “perfect”
a real rapper, but n0body’s heard it
and i’m the executioner handing out the verdict
dead. imma k!ll you the fake rapper
is coming at you to invade your brain matter
100k strong you telling me they matter
less cause i am not repping a fake stature?
i will rap about whatever i must
be it batman, goku, or jabba the hutt
what you really don’t want is me focusing up
on what to say about you, leave it and run
i’m the monster that’s under your bed
or better yet, i’m a mobster. i aim for the head
and when you listen to the track, better show some respect
go michael meyers on the beat, and leave everyone dead

[chorus]

- daddyphatsnaps lyrics

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