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doctor satan 2 (lil e diss) - lîl høllöw lyrics

i told that f-cker don’t act, make some tracks i’ll diss back, rip you up on contact, or in lyric combat, write some “raps” i’ll compact, any line you draw f-g, catch an aluminum ball bat, hittin your jaw make dull smack, breakin the skull hear it all crack, sign your death waiver my contract, by spittin them bars at me all whack, you f-cked wit a beast where the barbs at?, find him asleep in his mom’s pad, he wake wit pain and no ball sack, i hold it up over him all mashed, he faint from the damage i cause man, i alter anatomy carve glands, i put him on tables for bar scans, and findin no pulse in his art span, so you where i come from is foreign land, i really see choppas and armoured vans, in heroin county it’s on demand, so think about spittin them bars again, i send in some flows sound like armies fam, i’m fiendin and gettin it deploy the clan, and i’m payin it good for the coroner plan, yeah you heard that sh-t right giving good burials, he spit a flow up on his mic, i’m gettin so serial, he really think his sh-t is tight, and that’s what’s hysterical, you say you got a studio, so why the sh-t unbearable?, our lyrics aren’t comparable, productions f-ckin terrible, i look at you as wearable, that tissue tux premarital, like animals in parables, i pick em off numerical, your sh-t is not repairable, and every track satirical, i’m takin every spherical, am-ss unholy clerical, that choking you like medical, and turn your world elliptical, and beat your sh-t like physical, wit bars i get divisible, digest this b-tch wit chemicals, i find in stomachs here’s the corpse, ‘i come in the back and i’m breakin him off and i’m choppin him’ is the motto, my lyrics stay freezing wit bodies in pieces of f-ggots who dissin the høllöw, you doc satan when choppin my patients i’m comin like jason your face i’m displacin, i come wit the h and i put in bombs when it hit him it illuminate nations, better be gracious, pickin up paces, i hit him wit rhymes and he get a castration, i’m f-ckin impatient, spit a sedation, i come wit some choppas that bend in rotation, homie you basic, i make it forsaken, i come in the back and i’m beatin your face in, mentally racin, like i’m freebasin, gee when i rape and he shrivel like raisins, f-ckas be fakin, trynna get bacon, i come wit some raps and he turnin to pagans, trynna get satan, out of my statements, drag him to h-ll and his nails they be scr-pin, f-ckin up fakers, hit him wit lasers, i come wit some rhymes it ain’t makin me paper, so i sell drugs that ain’t makin safer, so i pack guns when i’m p-ssin neighbors, step in my chamber…

we can keep this diss at bars, or i could blast your sh-t to mars, you pickin t–th out from the stars, from interstellar dental scars, where i come from you rep it hard, so final judgement till i’m charred, and you can put that on my art, my spit leaves f-ggots ripped apart, i put their limbs up in a cart, so second guess when talkin smart, or get chopped up wit lyric shards, you f-ggot f-ck i been bard, i’m steppin back and slinging tar, that’s hot enough to fuse with cars, its meltin through its holdin jar, but i’ll put it on my gloves, b-tch you wanna spar? step in the booth and i hit him with hooks, come wit some choppas it ain’t just for looks, my lyrics got baggies your body get took, smoking that dank and i’m rollin wit crooks, roll down the window and we pop at your crux, spillin your brain and your knowledge from books, lay down your body get covered wit soot if i come in wit bars any hotter they’d cook, you spit your diss, now slit your wrist, get bangin høllöw’s fire, get drowned in p-ss, and honor it, got blood on my attire, cause i murder kids, wit words i vent, refer to me as ‘sire’, cause i lift that sh-t, get empty clips, and then the gun feel lighter

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