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backstabber 3 - dumbsnagger lyrics

[intro/phone call]
h*llo, no*one is avaliable to take your call
please leave a message after the tone
(dumbsnagger f*ck these wussy f*ggots up!)

[verse 1]
c*nt, i never let you down
and though you say the days are happy
why was i betrayed and f*cked up?
and, wh0re, i’ll never be around
don’t you place the blame on me
as you think of another excuse, yeah
maybe we took this too far?

[verse 2]
nah, f*ck that
yo, learn how to rhyme
if i never said it thеn you f*ggots can not call it sick
download your sh*t illegally, now that’s what i call rawting sh*t
’cause it’s sh*t (’cause it’s sh*t) and i’m sick
i am what is rеal, and you is just pretending b*tch
it’s like the more hardcore they get
it’s like the sh*tter they rap
bruz tone it down brah, you’re not that hard
yo, learn how to rhyme
ds on it, to ya dog c*nts, its your time
yeah, all these c*nts are f*cking f*cked
they’re all f*cked
your’e not forgetting me gronkers, you had bad memories from it
that are so f*cking bad, you go to therapy from it
n0body puts baby in a corner, talk about a level you’ll never reach
lets play a game, oil the blades, let’s go breach
k!ll this lady, lets pin it on you, what’s her name? sadie?
feel bad for pinning it on you? maybe
by the way, you can’t rap, you’re spooning guys
see it’s too easy, i could do this blind
quit dancing your tutu’s tight
you’re a fake, not a new i
you just can’t do this right
you f*ckin’ lose at life
[chorus]
i don’t give a f*ck about what you said on ya track
me and j4fk make ya move right back
i don’t give a f*ck if you think you’re the best
drive to britain and cave in ya whole chest
i don’t give a f*ck about what you said on ya track
me and j4fk make ya move right back
i don’t give a f*ck if you think you’re the best
drive to britain and cave in ya whole chest

[verse 3]
i go in, like ya mother on dumbsnagger’s d*ck
you’re a wh0re, my fist lashing’s will make ya think quick
i wanna apologize to sadie…
actually f*ck that! (ha*ha*ha, throwback!)
make your career disappear, harry houdini
tubthumping on ya grave when we’re done, with my wee*ni
go back to the club and order a martini
lets move on to another subject to my murders…

new message from “dumbsnagger” at 7:51pm

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