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140 stings (side chicks) - daniel monroe lyrics

[intro]
okay, the dissing season has gotten really hot this year
of course, i can’t ignore this heat of the moment
these g*y*ass motherf*ckers can’t get enough of themselves
a f*cking stalemate love*hate relationship, and i don’t f*cking get it
but anyways, it’s time to sting all them b*tches
and i got the beat right here, hang on a minute
yeah!
yeah! hahahaha
a classic from your country
yeah, y’all know this one, y’all know this one
all time yellow
heskey boy, hahaha
let me show these b*ll*nd lovers what it’s all about, alright?
dig this stinger into their hearts, listen

[verse]
you call yourselves men but you’re a bunch of side chicks
y’all like p*ssy but your breath smells like my d*ck
i would consider jj being the ultimate prized pig
cut off parts of his feet ’til he wears size six
this is a slaughterhouse of rhymes, so run and hide, b*tch
anyone affiliated can get it too, including your wife and kids
now i get to pick which one of you to die quick
as long as the knife sticks inside your eyelids
so many lies that reside behind your iris
ego and aggression became the biggest virus
it’s the chinese civil wars but it’s whose fame is highest
jj disgusts you and yet you still treat him as a highness
if i wanted to dethrone somebody, i’d love to ground ksi
crush him and anyone with him with ten thousand psi
research your facts before confirming it like csi
ethan’s now 20 pounds lighter than you, so please advise
y’all said you’re monsters, so your souls ain’t real
they think life’s like fifa, their goals ain’t real
jj believes the beef is fake, so your blows ain’t real
this was all for publicity, so the show ain’t real
gamers turned rappers, look what we come to
if someone out*rhymes you, who you gonna turn to?
holding controllers like guns, that’s what you’re accustomed to
when the bullets f*ck you up, fear is what you’ll succumb to
i amended a deal to withdraw you from a sniper’s breath
call up amenadiel to leave you on god’s righteous steps
by amn, the real game of submission, alive or dead
the vehm seals your guts and breaks away the wine and bread
vik would’ve been a snake if he joined faze, he had moxie
if he accepted, he would’ve served rice by proxy
jj with the clout gang, that doesn’t sound promising
sooner or later, one of you will be a traitor possibly
to be honest, you guys are so indecisive
leaving the group was an assignment, just go ask simon
you wanna be sidemen, you wanna leave sidemen
i mean, haven’t you made up your f*cking mind yet?
known from the get*go, written far from the stars
someone’s pulling your strings like a puppet, not a guitar
tobi, why would you influence yourself to a r*t*rd?
try writing a hundred bars without mentioning money, games, or cars
don’t involve stacks in bets or else you’ll say you got robbed
stealing the spotlight and your thunder, roe is raw
more raw than wroetoshaw when he wrote a song
just all talk, along with his loathsome devoted cause
ethan’s hate and depression became a thriller
suicidal tendencies in your brain remained as a filler
throwback thursday name taking, call me the payne k!ller
if i rhyme like behzinga, i’ma see if i stay iller
you had my channels on your shoulders
your channel’s sh*t, washed up, you’re the oldest
i’m a sidemen toy soldier
on donnie marko, doing voiceovers
man, this b*tch is the weakest link, get him kicked out of the team
we will see if he can survive without the team
zerkaa’s leadership was dismounted and ripped apart
now it’s a circus where all of the clowns are in charge
like kiss, i’m fighting the champ with the glass jaw
i uppercut you so hard, it will leave your pants off
you wanna be the table? call me the bandsaw
if you want better rhymes, go ask randolph
he helped you with videos, we thought he’s a part of it
the i stood for integrity but there’s not enough heart to it
you’re so big, you’ll never feel when the minors act like partisans
when ethan raps, he looks like a dan bull starter kit
quit feeding us bullsh*t with cl!ckbait, no applaud or fear
i wished you crashed the lambo after switching to top gear
harry wanted to fight rice but the video became unclear
i’ll achieve more than 300 bars, what’s your final frontier?
bust in the house and hold them down like munich massacre
it’s your reckoning of darkness like drew gallagher
panorama shot everyone until the room splattered
cops are comin’, i’ll make it like they’re k!lling each other soon after
put ethan’s neck up to the ceiling ’til the fan blades split it
tie him to someone that hates him, looks like jj did it
put tb through the tv and stake his ass with vik’s d*ck
make him a vixen by putting on lipstick, now to the kitchen
put simon’s hand in the sink, the disposal let it spin
have him slit harry’s throat while his blood’s spittin’
stuff zerkaa in the stove and turn it up ’til his flesh burns in it
the whole setting looks like the church aftermath in kingsmen
or i can load them up in a truck to save further time
witnesses saw me leave after they heard the shots fired
police can’t ram or crash into me, they weren’t gonna try
after they couldn’t catch me, i dump the bodies in the hole in derbyshire
any day of the week, i eat you p*ssies up for breakfast
your ethernet cables will shake in my presence
your microphone stinks when you spit, take some breath mints
withdraw a british man’s vocal cords from his throat, call it brexit
daniel monroe in album mode is the last thing you wanna mess with
outsourcing rappers for help is your best wish
after the sh*t you pulled, how are you capable of friendship?
no wonder joe weller’s feelings became so sensitive
the rhymes keep flowing in, that’s what momentum is
i’m ready to explode like the coke and mentos mix
your s*x life is when you bring your chill friends home and netflix
i ain’t stopping yet, you better hope whatever roe’s got left in this
ksi outshines everybody like an eclipse in the day
put the letter c in the end and let him spit in your face
this is colossians 4:6, written black and white in the bible
i got your dragon just to call y’all by the title
now simon, some of your fans already know what they really see
since your dad, jake, ain’t around, i’ll punish and ground you lyrically
i create acid clouds with rivers full of benzene
i’ll raise your voice an octave to make it sound like you’re on he
josh needs a beating so brutal and ludicrous
i k!ll growing tumors like you with veggies that are cruciferous
anyone can agree when they don’t want their grandpa to rap
if you do get a heart attack, i’m responsible for that
congratulations, vik, you got straight a’s, i got straight s’s
but your writing’s f*cking terrible, i would give you a straight f
you g*y f, we’ll never be comparable in the main test
this is the end, the final exam of who will stay the best
harry, you bodied jj thrice, k!lled rice, and dissed sidemen
i must say you’re a fighter, but why you still d*ckridin’?
you should stick with the ball and stop picking the mic
showing off with a jersey on, you have no right to spit rhymes
swag and success became your pride as a flamboyant man
jj with yellow hair looks like the black guy in the game boy ad
just like dragons, i was put on this earth to slay and destroy clans
don’t bring kids to vik ’cause what he does was the same choice he had
if i said that y’all had a ghostwriter, you must think i’m lying
crossing the line, apologize with new shoes, trust him ’til you die
deji’s the wrong dude to help you adjust some of your lines
all he’s gonna tell you is to say “you suck d*ck” one more time
you got lucky with quad, why not got at crypt?
the sh*t he said made you feel insecure and you didn’t f*ck with him
i would’ve gotten jallow, chrismd, caspar, or dax
if i wanted a hook on this track, i’d bring james arthur back
i eat beef seasonally in any day i see fit
don’t use cheeses to cheat me or else you’re paying for it
i hunt beasts weekly, put you in the endangered species list
go retrieve calfreezy, i bet he can’t say sh*t
brandishing daggered bars after stoking it in handwritten cinder
technically, a rhyme like this should be banned on twitter
no b*tch wants to lay with y’all, not even the ones that answered on tinder
slap your mom, stab your dad, and smack your sister
shutting down your streams and take your chat hostage, too
setting the tone and caliber for you to proceed caution to
y’all should go back to school, ’cause battling me, you’re high on pot*enuse
call this grand theft auto ’cause i’m clappin’ prostitutes
[outro]
and that’s how i do business
monroe
yellow jacket
buzzing to the next motherf*cker that deserves it
as for the sidechicks, all y’all can go f*ck yourselves and suck y’all moms
f*cking punk*ass queers, that’s what y’all are
i like p*ssy, but i don’t like p*ssies
peace out, b*tches

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