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hate crime (ouija macc diss) - playboy the beast lyrics

[intro]
get over here!

[verse: playboy the beast]
straight out of prison, i said f*ck it, i’m committin’ a murder
li’l ouija macc ’bout to get clapped by this lyrical burner
muriatic acid in a thermos get splashed on his epidermis
i tell him to stop squirmin’ and strap him up to a tourniquet
inserting the hypodermic needle into his sternum
inject him with tranny fluid exterminatin’ this vermin
when it’s time to dispose of him, i’ma burn him in the furnace
or toss him in a wood chipper and turn that b*tch up to burgers
with these other pedophiles and all them transgender perverts
if trans women arе real women, why they got no cеrvix?
you got not bars, ain’t got no reach so you ain’t got no service
you got no purpose to your life, your whole existence is worthless
you a piece of sh*t, and you know that you can’t
f*ck with these street soldiers and pb’s, we be rollin’ in tanks
f*ckin’ j the only time you going hard in the paint
your sh*t is janky, you a sellout, ask choirboy dank
ain’t no escapin’ when i catch this bilbo baggins lookin’ f*ggot
vapin’ freebasin’ with j, they both naked in joseph bas*m*nt
i place a case of cold faygo inside of a shirt and cave his face in
ain’t no paint upon my face, an 8 legz mask like i was jason
i’m not afraid to be hated, i’m still gon’ say the word f*ggot
you can try to cancel me and be p*ssed off that i say it
anything can be offensive, it’s the way that you take it
but when i see you, i’ma twist your f*ckin’ neck ’til i break it
i run up on him, sn*tch his phone, and call his mama up on facetime
beat his ass for being g*y and watch him make me commit hate crimes
tell me why this little p*ssy tryin’ to f*ck ’round with a canine
let him know the beast is back, and i am here to break spines
like i’m scorpion, “get over here!” blood covers the skies
i’m stabbing his torso seventeen times and remove his insides
’cause everything he represents is the same sh*t i despise
so i’ma cover him in gas and then burn ouija alive
yo i don’t ever start no wars, but i’m ready for when it comes
you know you had this sh*t coming ’cause you was bumpin’ your gums
ain’t worth the bullet, pistol whip you with the b*tt of the gun
this n*gga lookin’ like a dried*up infected bubble of cum
yo, i’m only here to k!ll this b*tch and chew bubble gum
and i’m all out of gum, so brace yourself, ’cause here it comes
i’m sendin’ so many shots at you that it’s gon’ blacken the sun
you pass it, n0body want to battle, i’m too tactical, son
these rappers shook like baby rattles, i’m extractin’ his tongue
then forcin’ my fist down his esophagus and sn*tch out his lungs
f*ckin’ with me? you and what army? best be packin’ a lunch
i sever his head off with an army knife and hack at the stump
i’m ’bout to make this p*ssy bleed like it’s that time of the month
don’t smoke trees, but i got li’l ouija rolled in a blunt
gon’ need more than a squeegee mop for all these puddles of blood
’cause i’m a psycho, punch you ’til you blurry, puddle of mudd
the only time this p*ssy hard is when he’s rappin’ a verse
or when he sees his tranny girlfriend, that’s a man with a purse
there ain’t no tellin’ what he’d do for a handful of percs
i pull up on him in all black, i’m in a van full of murks
don’t try to backpedal now, i’m never settlin’ down
so when you see me in real life, just keep that energy, pal
don’t get it twisted, though, you know i got much love for the clowns
but anybody can get it if this sh*t really goes down
yo how the f*ck you actin’ hard when punk/ass/b*tch your pr*nouns?
we can skip this rappin’ sh*t, just knuckle up and throw down
juggalos come gather ’round, i’ll leave him under the ground
if he signs on the dotted line, he won’t last, not a single round
wanna speak to ouija macc, boy you gon’ need a ouija board
’cause little ouija dissed on pb’s and got sent to the morgue
you little sméagol*lookin’ f*ck, cut your head off with my sword
get stomped to the floor, i’ll p*ss on your sarcophagus doors
i’ll bash his face in with a tall boy if he’s caught at a store
he’s softer than s’mores, i’m trippin’ like i’m off of them spores
i’ll squeeze his neck so f*ckin’ hard the blood gon’ course through his pores
i’m drinkin’ the blood of fallen enemies, my confidence soars
i’ll sn*tch this scrawny little beta out his honda accord
and stab him seventeen times up in his vocalist cords
wait for that sh*t to start healin’ then rip open the sores
there ain’t no sneak dissin’ here, i’ll bring it straight to the source
[outro]
flawless victory

- playboy the beast lyrics

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