lirik lagu acrello – killshot freestyle
i find it really funny that you think that you’re an artist, you a hater, you a rookie, you phony, you a starter. you a woman with a maxi, just accept that you’re my daughter. and don’t disrespect your dad or its gon be a freaking slaughter
first he dissed me, now he dissing mia, send him to a freaking prison in a black maria. the only thing you even pulling is some gonorrhea, make his noggin go boom, onomatopoeia
a hunnid soundcloud plays cause you said my name, and you still think that rap is a freaking game, man you all the same, put you in a coffin, when i see yo ghost walking imma have to go and celebrate. k!llshot, put this bozo out of his misery, half of you rappers trappers and beatable
in this industry. go read your books and study up on the history, tryna come at me big is like tryna study a mystery
knock you onto the floor, and the thunderbolts coming down, stop talking about camille and just give a n-gg- his crown. tryna go bring up mia, i’ll make you look like a clown, with his pantyhose on, and leave you there for a while
i’m breaking him like a vase and then leaving blood on his face, with a hammer consumed in mace and then murder him at the base of a hill, he still can’t feel his zeal while i bury my heel up in his chest for dissing the freakin best how you feel
we gon check the next time you disrespect a king, sound like rats when you sing, imma snap him like string in yo chest, kevin you so stressed, think you can handle me but homie you so pressed
i ain’t tripping, y’all slipping, just keep ya head up and listen, i split ya atoms like fission, so you can make the decision to go cure your addiction, the way your parents envisioned instead of making all this garbage dawg you not a musician
yeah i’m playing chess and they playing checkas, let me try to get some views on another record. so chand and i make a sub par diss, with the thought that dissing acrello gonna make us better. yo i’m taking shots from the back drop, you really had to say that acrello isn’t making cheddar, but it’s funny cause the facts is kevin just a bust when he try to write a freaking letter. yo he can rhyme? it’s a miracle! can’t stop choking yo he dying in a freaking sweater, you said that ehall smacked you. now i kinda wish that my homie would’ve done it better
didn’t stop then and i won’t stop spitting, better get a swat shield cause my rhymes h-tting. you ain’t got a girl, don’t talk just listen, you asked for a beast, so the king has arisen
better be careful what you ask for, blast you with 1000 thunderbolts and a task force. homie did you really want smoke? it’s a cl-ss war, i’m coming through the front but he heading out the back door
yo a 4 minute diss? you gon see it happen, i’m the best in the city when it come to rapping. and everybody saying “man jamal be snapping.” but kevin just hater that he turned to static
ay jamal gotta turn this n-gg- into frost son, all you wack rappers not messing with my bars son, leave you in a casket that diss gonna cost son, kevin only mad cause he knowing that he loss son
eat you like a snack if you think that i’m playing some games, making a couple of disses and throwing shots at my name, how yo rapping ain’t change from the first to the last, you still the same boy but all ya spitting is trash
i’m coming for your head and i blow you up with some mortar, keep coming for my height and saying that i am shorter, the sad part is that even tho i am small, you’ll still find a way to be my biggest supporter
my raps i don’t cheat. when i spit a couple lyrics you don’t eat, my bars are a couple of katanas that will slice through your face listen kevin, i’m on beat. you know what you should take? a good seat. i’m feeling like a beast. that’s all me. we gon have scr-p in the dirt, got ya tail in your skirt, hit his dome with his own cleat
now i’m finding out that this man is dating shania, you said that i wanted her but i never wanted to be ya, one month and it’s over she’ll be ready to leave ya, tell that chimpmunk girl to snack on her castanea
i’m smacking you in the back, and murder you on the track, i’m teaching an uncle tom and i’ll let him know that’s he wack. keep b-mping like cardiac, he’ll have a panic attack, cause he’s gonna lose the battle like britain and pontiac
imma new legend and you’re just ready to lose, another wack rapper who’s bars are lighting the fuse. first i got graham and now i’m coming for you, and tell these a2 rappers that they’ll be getting it too
who want smoke? aidan, dylan, jalen, bones? i chill on a hill, with my pocket full of bills all this rapping fast don’t take no sk!ll
and he lost still but kevin is tryna top mills, but spins like a hot wheel, and kev the day you messing wit me’s the day you live out your dream, kick yo girl out and date camille
i don’t care about jj that n-gg- was a senior with some swag dating freshman chicks, he just lucky he ain’t catch a case, counting all the freshman and the girls that this man done hit. it’s crazy how you got the facts twisted, said i wanted mia, then you said that i shot a brick. when in reality, you wanted her but she wanted me you were just another second pick. yo i tried to help a friend but she didn’t want you she’s a girl that you could never get, so you should probably check your facts before you try to come and diss acrello for the h-ll of it
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