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going to war(d) - wardere lyrics

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[intro]

made this sh*t in four hours
you want to come at the streamer?
well don’t get mad
when i come back harder

and yeah…
i’m using ai…
it’s the only way to communicate to ya bots
but this ain’t fortnite

we straight gassin’, cuttin’ straight to the bricks, haha
this sh*t ain’t nothin’ to me, man
we smokin’ runtz

[part 1:]

[verse]
got a bunch of lames in my chat, clownin’ around like i was doing cosplay
they think they spittin’ fire, just smoke and mirrors and i’m the ashtray
these goofies sounding like they roofied tripping over their bars, need their shoes laced
angelino, talk your sh*t but your sk!lls ain’t worth the bandwidth you waste
named your diss honesty, and possibly, that sh*t’s funny
but you better change that sh*t to honestly the way this l is coming
interesting how when i go live, all your viewers go to straight nothing
so take a seat then piggy, because the wolf comin’ out puffin’
i’m taking the “ino” out your name, so best be getting your halo
angelino, child like gambino, you dreamin’ big but you stuck in limbo
say i f*ck wives, where your mom at then, guess i gotta f*ck that bimbo
we listening to i feel it coming
you know she feel it coming
we in bed, she said i’m here idol the way i fix her plumbing
hit that doja cat like the song you right and now i know she making the highlights
after hours she’s getting scared of this d*ck cause she’s afraid of my heights
[part 2:]

[hook]
huh. isn’t that ironic? isn’t that ironic? isn’t that ironic?
hey, hey, hey, hey
isn’t that ironic? isn’t that ironic? isn’t that ironic?

[verse]
huh, isn’t that ironic know so much about me that sh*t is chronic
you seem to be my biggest fan, you on par with chris and sonic
oh you got a clip for that? well i got clips for that
i’ll grip and rip like i did that wife, we ain’t about to have a chat
acting like your pen a sword, the only sword you got is what i gave you
yessir i’m your lord, god of thunder, got the hammer to grave you
how you of all people gonna mention my race in that corny ass diss track?
you’s an indian boy, named mijo, living in britain, who likes to act black
on god if you talk down on my name one more time i’m yelling the name of your 4th vid
better lay on your death bed, this mental case better take his meds
thunder thunder creepin’ in shadows, but behind the screen is just a big ol’ fatty, who got more cake than patti
these flies on me like a fed, but your secrets ’bout to be spread, so best no talk down on your daddy or you’ll end up dead
so keep on giving me your bread. like cash i like to tango
from the 6, with a 6 shooter, 6 shots, you’ll end up on philip defranco

what’s up you beautiful b*st*rds welcome to the philip defranco show

(outro)

huh
you wanna call me white? then i’ll pop you like a whitehead
huh. huh. huh. huh
you wanna call me white? then i’ll pop you like a whitehead

yeah
ginger
coke
galaxius
watchdc

hehe…

come at me!

b*tch

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