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lirik lagu el bandito - overkill

[lil neekz]
well i been getting buzz and getting record deal offers
you be street promoting for other d-mn artists
listened to his soundcloud, could tell that he’s starving
soldiers be stomping in his head until the morning
and struggle to juggle his bars that he’s barking
bury him 6 feet deep, i know his heart stiff
dragon ball z, he already started it
a martian, i’ll mark him then go and cause arson
could be the star, a guitar for the hardships
b-tch, i go the hardest, throw him a parsnip
regardless of all these trolls trying to bargain
sock in ya mouth yo i’m out, no talking
i ain’t gonna stop me from the top of the apartment
drop a f-cking brick upon his head while he’s walking
rock em, sock em i turn into a zombie
moshpits, sp-ceships, you racist like tommy…
figure, hilfiger, you the one to give a full monty
holes in these trolls watch em fold like laundry
no b-lls, put them in the walls, where the c-cking?
last breath, hills of death with the marksman
i’m a wizard, merlin wayans i’m the sargeant
put the pistol to ya head, you’s a target
f-ck ya, pictures, hurt & pain in the locket
drop the world on your head, pumpkin i carve it
hip-hop a sport, i love it so why you arguing?
lift off the floor, there’s a war when we marching
own brand, grown man, triple 5 soul plan
oh d-mn, sniffin’ grams, f-ck your whole fam
you be jerkin’ to a makaveli hologram
programmed, like a cyborg, arnold oh d-mn
slow jams, bet r.kelly is your old man
i’m a clone way too stoned up on 4chan
this is my life, pharoahe monch track scorchin’
websites, more advanced than them organs
ya’ll on all fours jersey sh0r- gettin’ more tanned
i ain’t gotta force it, jet to the top, yeah we purging
rah for the m-ss appeal but i ain’t gone hurt em
i ain’t gone k!ll, ill bill be the surgeon
throw his bones to his mom, stay calm, overnight
light give me life, rock ya fitted cap hide ya overbite
(cause i’m so divine) throw his body to a broken lion
rapping over marshall’s beat, cancer so benign
i advise all these lines cus we bonafide
i’m on the mic adam kramer’s identified
i can float like jesus, no water, teach you how to fly
whatever is left, trust me, is getting fossilized
now his body broken in pieces, formaldehyde
i put you in a cage, wear ya face with cyanide

[-beat switches-]

[realist omega – verse 1]
you say you can kick rhymes?
but after listening to that weak sh-t i’m only wishing for you to be stupid enough to kick a landmine
your sh-t is so wack and simplistic you make lil uzi vert look like a lyrical mastermind
lil neekz is getting a little attention so i think i’m gonna hate on him in an attempt to make my track shine
maybe they’ll see me hatin’ on neekz and overlook the fact that i be kickin’ trash rhymes
i can’t help being a troll, me not talking sh-t is like a good buffet being turned away by a fat guy
you k!ll wet dreams b-tch! a low-level sl-t could approach you and your moves could easily make her p-ssion die
i could f-ck your b-tch so hard that she’ll say my d-ck is so fat that if i stuck it in an animal from the past it could make a mammoth cry

[realist omega – verse 2]
in reality, you suck
on the internet, you try to be wild as f-ck
you having bars makes about as much sense as a real thug without some nuts
listening to your wack -ss bars is frustrating like f-cking rihanna without busting, i mean nothing behind the thrusts
i’m realist omega b-tch! f-ck with neekz and you’re f-ckin with me
you can be any letter of the of the alphabet but none of them is a “g”
if me, neekz or el bandito blew up you’d be willing to hold any of our d-cks as we pee
all haters are to me, is a bunch of groupie sl-ts wanting to suck your seeds
you’d be even more of a p-ssy f-ck if you were in our circle puffin trees
snorting lysol, tweaking cutting your veins cause f-ckin with us means you wanna bleed
like a lame claiming crip but you go to the bloods for recruitment you’re just a f-ckin wannabe
you actually having sk!lls is something you really wanna believe
but f-ckin with us, getting bodied is the only thing you’re really gonna achieve
b-tch!

[-beat switches-]

[el bandito]
i woke up, drank some coffee than i wrote some
bars for the f-ck of it was gonna post some…
new material, logging in a bit later
but what do i see? lil neekz got a hater
this f-g m-th-f-cka just made it to his roast
a keyboard warrior, watch what you post
best to lock and load cus i’m reloaded to go
in scandinavia, we expose the trolls
zomada, thinks he a lyrical armada
he trollin’ on facebook in his sh-t-stained pajamas
tryna get a buzz, he ain’t rappin’, nah
even chicanos got you labeled as: persona non grata
ya style is caca, doo-doo in english
f-ck it he ain’t understanding this, cuz he’s finished
jealous impulses, tourettes been revealed
saw this little f-ggot talking in the comment field
“the hook is trash, man that sh-t is wack”
i rep ontario, but they ain’t reppin’ me back
so i’ll take it out on neekz, cus i think he a f-g
i don’t know, i don’t care, why the f-ck he rap?”
found his soundcloud just to hear what the fuzz about
sounds like a queer with a d-ck stuck in his mouth
turned on ya track, 5 seconds, turned it off
“i can kick rhymez” yeah right when my verse is done
punk, i showed realist omega your song
guess what? now he hates both me and your song
we all suffered 3 minutes because of audio quality
sloppiest engineering probably…
i’ll guarantee he records with c-ssette players
wearing a wire taped to his shirt like: “next layer!”
put him in a drug deal, he already confessing
i’d say you got about like… 5 seconds
show you what weakness is, your whole discography
now you hating on someone’s personal property?
you way off the beat, taking extended pauses
to finish your sh-tty bars, just made me nauseous
what in the f-ck makes you think you can bust sh-t?
and how many songs do have that just sucks d-ck?
check his soundcloud, search for zomada
if you want yours ears to bleed like maniacal trauma
this g-y mothaf-cka thinks promoting better rappers
will help him establish his own career, ain’t happening
“i promote for esham, do my own acid rap
the graphical magical rapper trippin’ over tracks”
nah, f-ck that! rather shove ice picks in my ear
then listen to a full song by this funny looking queer
hugging on his idol, like he wants to take him upstairs
you’d probably try to put ya f-cking tongue in his ear
h0m-, tell him you got a surprise for his album
you lure him up the stairs like you wanna show ya magnum
lighting up candles, throwing roses to ya bed
hoping desperately, of giving esham head
so you grabbing his d-ck, you’re f-cking sick
tryna give the man a hickey plus your demo and sh-t
and when he punch you in the face, you wrap your arms around his feet
“like please, don’t leave, you mean the world to me!”
panicking, screaming, scratching and screeching
this mothaf-cka really obsessed, he means it
his secrets, now in the open, believe it
his own mothaf-ckin’ wife is about ta’ leave him
now he better off playing harpsichord
so he takes out his anger on facebook and message boards
he’s depressed, so we threw him overboard
cement shoes to nautical regions unexplored
don’t forget ya keyboard, and please don’t record…
any more wack sh-t over simple piano chords
f-ck it, i’ll rip out ya vocal cords
faith in humanity has now been restored

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