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ex-exhan - mc eshay lyrics

yo exhan
do you have any regrets and
should i be sorry that you’re losing my success, man?
my p-sstaking does more damage than your flex can
how can any motherf-cker think that you’re the best, man?
blasting tunes from your iphone, but you flex like you’re 5 though
with your 5 notes, squinty, looking like you got your eyes closed
so turn to the streets
your life must be tough when you’re on old warrandyte road

here i am exhan, taking a bow
i really am your best fan, get me to la now
the sets set, i’m left to dissect your bowels
tourettes, heck heck, get a job on soundcloud
i don’t need a rep to send you underground
next gen, exhan knocked out in the first round

look at you go all tay-k with your queer hands
say hey to the person who gave you 10k
introduced you to the game, now i’m taking out your name
chill bro, you’re looking like you’re grilled
with your e-hoes going “leave a message at the tone please”
phone bill is more than all your 50’s, bro
i don’t need a stone to k!ll 2 birds, so here it goes
alter ego ethan faking beef, woah
no racv can insure your teeth, hoe
bipolar, 2 faced, b-n-r pill smoking meat bone
tryna beat the tea cone master at his own feat
punchable face, tryna sound wasted
you end up in the drains when you work alone

when you make your songs you mumble under your breath
you bore me to death
your parents are still waiting for your first words
so much for a “new” gen when you can only be like the rest
mumble expert, oh sh-t, forgot to flex though
200 streams on your own songs, but you still think you’re the best, bro

imagine where you would be without me
you’d have to take a d to get a single stream
you ain’t soundcloud einstein
anyone can freestyle better than you can write lines
tea time bullsh-t is how it is, i see
i’m taking you down without even getting out the high seat
big nose says he rips cones but he’s a viet cong
speaking like he’s black and long
you haven’t even done a quarter of the sh-t you say in the songs
there’s mumble rappers mumbling and you play along
speak a little clearer, mumble ching-chong
in this game we’ll be playing ping pong, not for long
because i’ll get aids
you say you’re driving cars, but you’re underage
you think you’re a thriving star, your name is what i made
no talent at all, ay yuh, all you f-cking say

donnie road feat m.c. eshay
featuring?
that song i wrote, came up with and made
all you did was sit back and complain
now you’re taking down my accounts and running off with the fame
sad that i gotta give you fame to end ya
i’m the apprehender, and i came when
there was no brain left in your head so
you can’t even comprehend
that now you got no compet-tion ’cause you’re dead and
you’ll be quittin’ while i’m sittin’ here
spittin’ to the end
so pick up the tins
all the trash you think, sh-t and spit (and it ain’t lit)
all your stats are going flat
here’s a pat on the back before you quit

nothing with you works like the words
mumble rapper and lyricist
acting like you’d written donnie road
it’s on g*nius
plagiarist, i’m making your failure b-tch
make another g-y song when you think it’s amazingly lit
while i’m f-cking up your rapping game and all you know and love
i might have something written down in the list
bad rhymes, worse lines, getting me p-ssed
you wrote your name on the faces of chicks?
you know i’m gonna have a fit
but i gotta keep my wits
when all your bars sh-t
it’s like you got half a brain to knit your lyrics, sit down
before i have you put down
like a veterinarian
it isn’t fair that i can twitch a hair and
tear your whole career into bits
maybe go and sh-t a tear
’cause it’s not worth a rap career
if you’re gonna lose it soon enough for being such a f-cking queer
don’t test me, i don’t listen to bullsh-t and it’s clear
step back, sit down and have a f-cking beer

- mc eshay lyrics

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