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kill eybody - dope chan lyrics

yall don’t know about nothin’, yall don’t know about nothin’
going overboard like dustin, that’s my motherf-ckin’ cousin
all these rappers thinking they buzzin’ but can’t even pay for their beats
need to take their -ss back to college, it’s so hard out in these skreets
yall don’t know that i mean it when i say my flow is the meanest
and i’m feeling like i’m dopest, hope yall snitches can’t keep a secret
cuz i need yall to doubt me, i need yall talking sh-t about me
it’s like my motivation, it’s so much hating, where would you be without me?
i should k!ll eybody, i should k!ll eybody
and you hoes ain’t sh-t, you just got a lil’ bit of body
and you swearing you a dime but you ain’t all that great
i never said you’re an 8
no i was p-ss drunk just trying to ask where i can urinate, haha

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i hate when wack rappers think they ain’t sh-tty
i hate when basic b-tches think they so pretty
i hate when dumb people get money
while i’m working all these bullsh-t jobs, looking bummy
if it wasn’t for jail, i’d probably k!ll eybody
k!ll eybody, probably k!ll eybody
if it wasn’t for jail, i’d probably k!ll eybody
k!ll eybody, probably k!ll eybody

yall don’t know about nothin’, these hoes talking ’bout f-ckin’
she got three baby daddies but no job and no husband
she just waiting for a real man, waiting for romance
in the meantime she posts naked pictures all over instagram
she thinks yall don’t know about nothin’, all these suckas trying to be cuffin’
but for what? eybody knocked the stuffing out of that m-ffin
oh she gave you her number, now you talkin’ bout you love her
she in heat and it ain’t even summer, boy you should’ve wore a rubber
i should k!ll eybody, i should k!ll eybody
i would sacrifice you all, don’t need no illuminati
now you can’t take care of your kids, you too busy buying dope
stupid people reproducing, i should slice open your throat (agodd-mn!!)

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these corny rappers think they on, yall must be kiddin’
i still don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t that yall be spitting
i’d rather sit here and listen to chad simpson
give his opinion on particle physics for 45 minutes
and ain’t n0body got time for that
yall n-ggas blind to the fact i spit strychnine on a track
f-ck your backhanded compliments like “yeah he kinda snapped”
man i been eating these f-ggots like jeffrey dahmer back
aw snap, yall n-ggas ain’t f-cking with me, yall n-ggas ain’t f-cking with me
i swear i’ll drag my nuts all across your face til you got p-b-s stuck in your t–th
motherf-cka i’m a beast, better yet an artiste
i’m hard just to say the least (pause)
n-gga i’ll feast on a weak emcee every day of the week i breathe (aahh!)
this the sh-t that i live for, this the sh-t that i’d k!ll for
been fresh to death ever since birth, i’m something like a stillborn
you asking all of them questions, who are you craig kilborn?
you ain’t never topping no charts so you should hop off of that billboard
and k!ll yourself

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