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lyrical homicide (tha response) - lord gary lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(we gon’ let the opera sing on this one n-gga
yeah, dc sh-t)
let that motherf-cking b-ss drop, leggo
yeah, if you ain’t got no speakers your sh-t sound nasty right now
go get them dre beats n-gga, let that b-ss rock, uh
i guess you can call this a response
i would’ve did it to the control beat but
i’m a dope -ss producer so i figured, sh-t, i make my own beats
get ’em

[verse 1]

i plan to be here forever, n-ggas claiming they’re better
boy you ain’t better you just a p-ssy so you seem more wetter
you better beware and listen here
i call my d-ck bugs and your girl be playing with my hare, yeah
and n0body that your ears will ever hear in your life
will ever be as nice as i am on this mic device
and i’m tighter than virgin p-ssy who f-cking with me, n0body alive
and i only show love to the other few cause they died
recognize i’m the truth, in the booth i transform
into superman, you n-ggas is peter pan
i see through you envious n-ggas in-case you ain’t get that metaphor
from that line before, i took a short detour
to explain my greatness cause i’m so great that i can procrastinate
i l!ck my lips, cause my lyrics so wet that i salivate
therealyoungin, dc is the place that i represent boy
rap n-ggas ain’t d-boys they all decoys
undercover lovers that’s why they all rap like each other
i rap like no other, a motherf-cker, i’ll f-ck your mother
for old n-ggas and young n-ggas, youngin’s a problem
you’ll have to go dig up and smoke on einstein just to solve him
until the coffin i’m coughing i gotta spit cause i’m so sick
that at the same time i spit i sh-t
on everybody around, all i see is ronald’s, homey’s and bebo’s
yeah all u n-ggas is clowns
don’t think cause i’m underground that my lyrics are ineffective
that’s incorrect and i’m packing a multi syllable weapon
automatically spit at your abdomen call an ambulance
all of you f-cking bugatti molly n-ggas is crashing
into a wall, this is a war, many casualties
why i make it so hard for n-ggas to come on after me
even if i go after marshall mathers, i’d grab him
by the back of his leather jacket
then break his legs and go p-ss him
flame on, if you ain’t cole, kendrick or wale
lupe or slaughterhouse you couldn’t see me on my worst day
even if you from around tha way i don’t f-ck with you
i’ll battle wolverine and only leave with a cut or two
trying to live like a huxtable, f-cking with pam’s and gina’s
you know what i mean, i want tisha’s and tichina’s
the best of both worlds, i’m the best of every universe
i make a song better you’re lucky i let you do it first
should be reimbursed for spending time on this verse
but i had get at you n-ggas before i lie in a he-rs-
and i just completed a verse without smoking or selling drugs
so many ants in my phone, i thought it was bugged
your lyrics is -ugh- got me feeling h-lla constipated
til i hit the studio and release, now i’m elated
were not related, you’re not my kin, so what f-ck are you
why argue wit peasants who’s only jealous cause of how far you
came in your life, since you’re married to the game
i came in your wife and was feeling nice that day so i came twice
and wiped my d-ck on the forehead of that b-tch
simba, that’s what i called her and sh-t
so next time you rap n-ggas want to attempt to compete
come to dc so you can meet your defeat
the next time you rap n-ggas want to attempt to compete
come to dc so you can meet your defeat, sheesh

[outro]

- lord gary lyrics

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