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excess - woedi ozier lyrics

[intro monologue]
ayo
listen up all you, err, temple girls, uncles, anties, grandmas
you old b*tches
i don’ give a f*ck about what yall say
but you know these ‘little heathens’?
they gotta be put in their place
i ain’t even being salty coz there’s literally no talent to be salty about
it’s the same beat every single time

[verse 1]
back to being beast
touch down! it ain’t beast
better duck i’m only targeting the geese
cpt ain’t gon’ be rising coz they ain’t bringin’ thе yeast
i’m on start again to bring a triple threat to thеy surcease

look at them worship a temple
owned by a boy still on pimples
they careers on straw not on kemple so, no, your time not on ample
this eminem flow only worthy to a rap d*ck
f*ck a skittle!
all the way down so i trample
weird that the force ain’t a boot but a sandle

i’d be like:
“yo, is there anything new to your beats?”
heard they gon’ drop a christmas album put some jingle in it
it’s one melody on twenty different tracks in the streets
listen up it’s only gham trash growing your heat
[chorus]
this ya last best
yall have reached yall limit, yall on excess
i don’t steal amapiano to get access (denied)
this a tailored sound and it’s cross dressed
don’t need to finesse
why the boerer acting like your uber?
not even scooters?
where the money from your shows?
buy an uber…
bankrupt already fame don’t even suit ya
back to a hoodstar

[bridge]
yes. i’m broke
but i still make ‘money earning’ d*cks choke
i ain’t dumb, ask protea i am woke
phd it’s myself that i cloaked
this no joke
they be jokes
so young but drunk; sinkin’ they boats
know they drunk coz they be chasin’ after coc’
i ain’t pressed on little shows that you stoked
but who your manager little boys? i’m the wrong d*ck he provoked

[pre*hook]
i wanna befrien’ a d
but they just want enemies
instead of befrien’ing me, they dissing my f*gyness
now you cannot sit with me
you never could sit with me
omg! they still little babies eyes be p*ssing out allergies
[hook]
2023 back to noodles on bread
can’t keep you brave; ‘durban curry’ on bread
now you got tiktoks while you sh*t out the pot?
it’s that ‘durban curry’ noodles*bread making you kak

i see three little piggys tryna make they nest
in the woods where the wolves feast on piggy’s breast
i’m halaal so all i’ll do is over throw these nests
huff and puff ain’t needed, when your nest do less

[chorus]
this ya last best
yall have reached yall limit, yall on excess
i don’t steal amapiano to get access
this a tailored sound and it’s cross dressed
don’t need to finesse
why the boererr acting like your uber?
not even scooters?
where the money from your shows?
buy an uber…
bankrupt already fame don’t even suit ya
back to a hoodstar

[verse 2]
face dryer than karoos; stiffler needs vaseline
only the ghetto you attracting, nothing poche on the scene
are you in debt? all those shadows on your eyes looking mean
or are you still on recovery from that ‘knives out’ scene
typical gham ain’t know nothing ’bout what to do with their money
wearing drip that looking broke it’s vaal knees showing “want me?”
can’t even hire real staff for big shows
it’s so funny how a bunch of local celebrities diss on me

nazeem, wait lemme get this straight coz
scew’s where i’m at?
your rap sound cr*p
swear that you ate some cr*p
after you gon’ hear this diss you’d probably cr*p out your ass
ugly rude mother f*cker, brag about flap…

now you thinkin’ the chicks want you because of your looks?
they’ve been hypnotizing you b*tch coz they want your money
but they a fan of this track as soon as you run out of money
why you callin’ woedi a bunny when you humping the bunnies?
ha?

[monologue]
listen up all you, err, temple girls, uncles, anties, grandmas
you old b*tches

[verse 2 outro]
i ain’t a hater but if you are dissing a f*g just know i will come for you
you know some g*ys who f*cking on any?
but bouncy will not even cum for you
i am the kindest rapper alive, but if you on diss, i won’t comfort you
look down on you but won’t stump on you
trash! a diss i will dump on you

i know they hating on f*gs
the more we on smoke, the more we gon’ make them sick
keep it cute and worry ’bout how you gon’ come up with real and not basic hits
you should be home watching coco melon; instead, doing weeds and coc’s and sh*t
i will not feature your beats contagious making my flow sound the same with every hit

- woedi ozier lyrics

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