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the death of prysm - poizon lyrics

rapping and i’ll make your face turn orange
stab you with a needle, and i don’t need no fricking syringe
how come that you said that you great, ain’t n0body know what you say
i’ma end your career today, you eat a beat but get a toothache
more like a cavity, you don’t have the mental capacity
to ever compete against me
okay sure you name isn’t reece, but i’ll eat you on the beat in pieces and i’ll call ’em reece’s pieces
you aren’t prismatic, i spit fully automatic, i’m coming with the static
said i couldn’t rhyme, what did i listen to
180 seconds in and i already said “this just isn’t it”
i’ll have you know that family matters dragging what!? on my moms facе?
like i needed the lyrics on my screen to еven hear a word
you don’t make bread, thats why your verse couldn’t even feed the birds
might be your worst attempt, but i guess you could get an a for effort
when i’m on a beat, i rip it up, you put it back together with a bow and then you zip it up
i’m different, that diss ain’t it
i’m done with the yapping, time for the packing, ay
couldn’t even get a response, i mean, she must’ve given you the wrong number, ay
and if not, then i guess you ain’t getting a girl this summer, ay
i wanna see you smile, i’m the one with the holy flow
i know that you’re ungrateful, indeed, you’re weaker lil bro
i spit fire, you spit water, that’s why i call it h2o
cough cough, cough on the beat, that explains your last song
*cough* where was the diss again?
people sneeze cuz they allergic to you, not because you’re sick
and if you think you won round one, then suck on this
part ii

why you ever even think that you could win this battle
when i look at your diss, it’s more boring than playing scrabble
all i really hear is babble
okay, you’re in europe, what does that show, your “dedication”?
i write twenty songs per day, i write at the dang fire station
you don’t know anything about me, the heck you saying?
okay, okay, fine, you know all of my information
but i know yours too, poor me
i don’t even ever hear of your hometown sports teams
who the heck are the grizzlies?
mannn, you’re claiming that you’re smooth
i heard you stutter so many times, i even praised you
what the heck happened, man, you really had a fall off
yeah sure she cheated, but you ain’t even had a call, off
to get to you from me, you divide, my rhymes are way more divine
you didn’t really teach me nothing, i told you “hey, you should rhyme”
if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be rapping
i guess that’s proof that in your raps, you’re always capping
who’s pinocchio now, huh, just like ovo, you in the ground, bruh
hit a do*si*do, i’m so smooth

part iii

you ain’t even know how to properly structure flows
addicted to the fast rapping, you don’t know how to go slow
like slow it down, listen to duane
prysm and poizon ain’t the same
you lost the battle, what a shame
now turn around and walk away
uh, you ain’t a savage
talking about prysm and his so*called “rapping”
all i hear is this mumble mumble jumble
you a fricken monkey, leave you in the jungle
you ain’t a artist, you a crayonist
if i went harder, you would pray on this
my song wasn’t out post*cruise
stop capping, and maybe you’ll actually get views
see my style is versatile and your style is wack
all the haters who want the smoke, just know that i’m back and on the attack
i don’t need to make a 5*minute track

part iv

don’t know how to make your beats, you need to use someone else’s
how you gonna get streams?
look at my songs, look in the credits, it’s just fricken me
you were told you were gonna win
i wonder who would tell such a lie
diss was trash, so you’re in a bin
but this one gonna light it on fire
i was told you liked alexia
but the truth is she’s 45
i’ve got like 10 more tracks just waiting to drop
haha, that’s right
i’m animal, and i’ma eat this beat like cannibal, hannibal lecter
you’re gonna need a bigger lecture
you don’t get the picture
play football but call yourself a pitcher
you claim ace, but you’re still a picker
the fact of the matter is you ain’t even in the picture

oh man, oh man, what’s this?
needed me to release them for you?
oh man, oh man, what’s this?
all you wanna rap is eminem, what if i reveal the big plan
wanna go over role model, now you go over alfred’s theme
if you want a bag, then you’re gonna have to get some streams
homicide, homicide, suicide in your mind
“a duo that suddenly turned to a rival
after this now you question for survival”
okay what the h*ll is that
rookie rhymes, i would tell you that
your flow don’t match, but it’s nice to have
no competition, like mice to a cat
why you still claiming holy flow
you hear the choirs in my beat

you think that you immortal, but the truth is you’re just normal
i didn’t wanna say it but honestly i think you’re better off in cornhole
i got the holy flow, you fricken didn’t know, i could go so hard, well it’s time for you to go
i’ll make you and yo fans go ghost cuz y’all just a pair of normals, it’s paranormal
now i think i’m bouta activate my rapping state
pass me the plate and you’ll see no crumbs
give you the plate, you ain’t even ate, and you full
trying to diss poizon, you fool
you’ve gabaed your last gool
pr*nunciation sucks on the fast rapping, how about you slow it down and go back to the clouds era, you ain’t ever leveled up, honestly, you don’t suck, but i’m still better and that’s never gonna change, bruh

don’t know what he was thinking
coming after the goat
and if he didn’t know that i’m violent with rapping
then he gonna know
don’t know what he was thinking
coming after the goat
but if you think that he’s winning, then enjoy the show
i got the holy flow, holy flow
you don’t even know, even know
what’s coming better hit the road, hit the road
yeah
i got the holy flow

- poizon lyrics

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