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lirik lagu white wappah - nuclear meltdown freestyle

(instrumental intro)
bassline on da beat ho

(verse)
man why is it, that these young rappers tryna diss
they know that they can never step to this
picking em off startin to feel like a chore
i sweep em under the door
compared to them i’m wipin the floor
bringing out the devourer of rhymes, they all cower and cry
layin em down to bed like beddy bye bye
studied the greatest, i’m feeling empowered
you defеating me? you got a shady chance, you coward
i’m k!lling the mics i’m in a trancе
i’m so fire but the hoes still wanna get in my pants
my brain’s wired for this sh~t
they can’t spit, i’m hanging em up like a telephone
is what i tell a phony emcee, they can’t f~ck with my clique (cl!ck)
i’m cutting off their signal, throwin’ em in a sinkhole
can’t step to me when your people f~cks with my people
i’m blackin out, can’t see me through the peep hole
i’m the whole motherf~cking movie, your weakest ass just a sneak peek b~tch!
these industry motherf~ckers are too weak, they’ve been sitting too long on da fence now
i’m picking em off you pr~cks
girl if you’re letting them other guys score then hop off of my d
must’ve wrote about a thousand rhymes but they can’t wrap their heads around
i’m rappin around their heads like drivin in a roundabout
rhymes so fire i can outsmoke a hookah now
when i see your girl imma nail her like jesus on the cross now
yeah
call me the boss
and my flows wetter than voss
yeah
i got her on her knees
i’m a f~ckin god to her i believe
she’s rappin to my sh~t but i ain’t even wrap my sh~t
i’m like smoke filling up they lungs
they tryna say what it is but can’t take another hit
yeah
i’m doin her dirty, droppin thirty like i’m curry
i got puma at my feet
what i mean is i actually got pumas on my feet, shout~out doc
i’m like melly, cus its just me versus me
i’m a f~ckin dilemma like nelly
now don’t p~ssy out or p~ss off like r kelly
imma finally get outta poverty, acquire property
i’m a young unstoppable boul in 23
i can turn the whole rap game into a motherf~cking cemetery
must be god, cus wack rappers fear me
can’t bump my music without pumpin a fist
i’d probably sound pop like a cist
no stoppin me now i’m on a roll
cookin with all this dough like i work at dominoes
got my comp droppin like dominoes
i know bhad bhabie wouldn’t be able to handle my sh~t
you can’t dribble or drop when i spit
gettin to nail her would be like hittin the biggest l!ck
but if i was shootin my shot b~tch i would’ve emptied the clip b~tch
yeah
might be sounding c~cky but rhi has us wishing her relationship was rocky
in fact battlin me is like gettin in a ring with rocky
feelin so divine as i swig another glass of wine
and i think of all the times they tried to compromise my mind
as i spit at least another nine rhymes
they tryna read the signs while i violently plot they demise
think i need a shrink to pick apart my crazy cranium
thinkin i got massive b~lls of titanium
but the way my d~ck’s draggin is more radioactive than uranium
haha imagine that
i’m more nuttier than your payday bar
yeah its like a feast i’m servin these rappers
like almonds and cashews they can’t chew em nah
they can’t chew em nah
in my mind, i’m a f~ckin supercomputer but i ain’t gotta pull the tec
i’d rather invest in a vest to protect my head and neck
cus i know they’re gunnin for my neck like motherf~cking vampires
and you don’t want any smoke like motherf~cking campfires
you gunners better prepare your ~rs~nal when battling someone outta your league
i’m makin this k!llin a world premiere
and i can give a f~ck about your bucks unless you’re from milwaukee nah
you can’t stop me when i’m top speed
next bar’s gotta be absurd like anthony hopkins stalkin
or christopher walkin robbin
you can’t out my flame even if i was the f~ckin human torch swimmin
deep inside my soul im blackin’
i’m catchin em lackin
i’m puttin my feet in these soles
you can never fill my shoes
and the day pigs fly out my ass is the day i’ll lose nah
the day pigs fly out my ass is the day i’ll lose to you
yeah
i know i got some screws loose but me and your girl can get it twisted and imma screwdriver (screw drive her)
you got nuttin to do
i’ll pop up and i’ll take your spot out of the blue
it’s like salt in the wound
all quiet and whispers when i walk in the room
lookin how she flaunts that nice little bubble b~tt
you rappers are sore losers b~tch i’m anything but
so go on dip and do a little slide and p~ss off hoe
everything’s probably gonna come back to me
and i’m out for the blood thats how you know i’m in the twilight zone
and there’s no rappers that’s parallel so stay the f~ck out of my universe
some of these rappers hit me but they don’t wanna do the work
i’m too f~ckin nuclear so prepare for meltdown
10 9 8 7 6 now go to h~ll you pr~cks
5 4 3 2 1 you’re done!

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