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ishowspeed diss track - packgod lyrics

[intro: ray charles, packgod]
hit the road jack, and don’cha come back
no more, no more, no more, no more
hit the road jack (come on), and don’cha come back (come on)
no more*
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: packgod]
now i’m finna*gonna get up on this motherf*ckin’ crack*head streamer tryna scam his fans
b*tch call himself “ishowspeed,” stop tryna show us yo’ underpants
boy really got famous for barking at people and doing a fortnite dance
this dude let a crypto scam spread his assh0l* open for a hundred grand
d*mn sellout
you failin’ to handle the disses i sh*ll out
boy tried to mic up with me in his v.c. ’til he started crying and got ran the h*ll out
ain’t n0body give a f*ck about, “sewey”
gta stripper, you shakin’ yo’ booty
your facetimes with adin be gettin’ mad fruity
your music is more poorly written than luffy
b*tch, why you screamin’? it got yo’ fans creamin’
this man lookin’ like he’s possessed by a demon
you dated a man and could not even keep him
yo’ dad came on stream and then gave you a beatin’
wanna f*ck on ronaldo but can’t ever meet him
can’t ever see him, your hopes getting blurry
barkin’ at sh*t, you a closeted furry
nappy ass hair, man, them dreads lookin’ dirty
bro lost the d*mn private jet to a high five
that is the saddest sh*t i’ve seen in my life
swear this b*tch think he the wolf off of twilight
playin’ with adin’s b*lls, nfl highlights
[bridge: packgod]
lil’ b*tch, now i’m switchin’ the beat up
look like pre*k when yo’ fans have a meetup
get to the blazin’, this sh*t’s finna heat up
how yo’ name “speed” but you strugglin’ to keep up?
know what, f*ck this sh*t, adin ross, now i’m on yo’ head
still owe me 3k from that talent show, b*tch

[verse 2: packgod]
i am not done with you
f*ck yo’ lil’ chat, you ain’t gettin no “w”s
clout chasin’ friends, yeah, that’s why they all f*ck with you
sh*t’s gettin’ old man, we’ve all seen enough of you
all these girls on yo’ stream but not one gettin’ under you
it’s time you get checked, i ain’t talkin’ no elon
andrew tate’s d*ck only place that you be on
if bronny ain’t come to yo’ motherf*ckin’ life we all know that the sidewalk is where you would sleep on
flowin’ semi*automatic, put you in a packet
you a gamblin’ addict, fat, you look asthmatic
hoppin’ d*ck like a rabbit, this sh*t f*ckin’ tragic
you a little maggot, shut up, b*tch
yeah, like, how you 22 but lookin’ 38?
you scam yo’ fans, you makin’ millies off of stake
you sold yo’ soul to be they little f*ckin’ puppet
get a shirt and cover up your f*ckin’ gullet
beat him in a beatbox, b*tch i need a detox
adin got the top g gettin’ in his g*spot
runnin’ like some rebooks, gettin’ f*cked by zias
losin’ track of all the rappers that you’ve tried to beat off
b*tch, b*tch, yeah, better get me my 3k
told him to run that sh*t back like a relay
entire comedic appeal is to be g*y
lately yo’ vids bombin’ harder than d*day
yo’ brain cells be harder to locate than ceeday
b*tch you is more of a sellout than ea
yo’ sister be playin’ with b*lls, call her, “d wade”
d*mn, she nasty
packgod, motherf*cker can’t catch me
you rollin’ on the d*ck, rick astley
spit fire but these b*tches can’t match me

- packgod lyrics

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