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lirik lagu wong feihung - talk shit get hit

[wong feihung]

peep it
all these has-been rappers
yo is madder than sh-t
cause the fact’s i’m slamming they chick
wit’ my immaculate d-ck
yo until my mag-a-num spit
like it was magma and sh-t
it’s hard fire-
i’m hard wired
yo a master with spits
and a master with tips
like jaser and quisp
watch these b-st-rds get l!cked
while i break more ground than
i was fracking and sh-t-
until your broads packing my pr-ck
inside her -ss, sn-tch and lips
while i’m ramming her hips
yall f-ggot -ss is asking for d-ck

yo i’m forcing my will
on the poorest sorts
proporting they ill
i’m dwarfing they sk!ll
a torrid force pours forth from da real
i’m the source of whats ill
exorbitant sk!ll
causing a chill
keep forcing your nill opinions
and your sure to get k!lled
your wh0r-s on all fours
when i spill
a million spores on her grill
and of course she is chill
as she swallows it all like a meal
suck on this lozenge
off my nine mil
my glock spills
some hot pills
like block deals-
i got sk!lls

i’m bruising too many to count
buying booze on every account
this dude’s apparently clown shoes
you’re losing in e-ver-y bout
i heavily doubt you could bout
wit’ a mouth so incredibly stout
i got plenty of gout
your bleeding out a the vent
on your neck
like a trout
get neglected and pout
an eclectic amount
of respect when i’m out
you get decked in the mouth
for testing the intense defense that i tout

you must be new to this
you pubic b-tch
who probably use to snitch
a verbal pugilist
you dudes’ll get
two to the head
and screwed to death
i’ll school you temps
a scrooge who will screw you
in the cruelest depths
you foolish simps
accept the rule of death
you fools is loosin’ breath
i’m too intense/two in tents
like couples honey moonin’
through the wilderness-
i’ll chew you vets
like rabid pets-
got voodoo specs
and buku spits
a crucial rep
of the truest sense
i am the bru-ta-list
your crew is next
you dudes’ll loose respect
your stool is full of bricks

f-ck with me and don’t think that your heart’ll still be pumping
this mark is dumpy
slumpin on my art
accost this farce that’s frumpy
don’t think that could stump me
or brings some dudes to jump me
if you start sh-t
i’m make you a target
cause sparky’s grumpy
off the wall
crackin this egghead
like humpty dumpty-
your -ssumptions made you
perfectly redundant
you dumb hick rockin dundy’s
it’s a done deed
that if you front b
even if you front weed
i’ma punch d
up in his buckt–th; yo

when you find out
what i’m ‘bout
i’m the kind to turn da lights out
wit’ dat tight sound
and smoke crack
wit amy winehouse
we’re snortin lines now
wit fine stout
until it’s time out
i pump the grime out
like a plumbers snakes rotating line out-
if we in a timed bout
it’s likely that you’d wanna sign out
or you’ll find out
i’m taking every rhymers rhymes out
it’s time now

you realize that you’re wacer than sh-t
i’m a mack when i spit
i’m slamming every tramp wit’ a cl-t
i’m the gab wit’ da gift

you’ll wonder how much lives i can take
when i’m rockin my knives that’s for steak
i’ll poke your eyes with a rake
i’ll silence this fake
your smiles met with violence and hate
then i’ll silence your mate
so no one hears her cries when i rape
a maniacal state i’m supplying
i ain’t piling papes
i’ma file a blade and hide it
just to slide it in jakes
you’ll cry you mistake
bye now
cause this guy is a fake
right now i am rife with powder
as if i was a cake-
any promise i make

i’ll break it
like that sh-t was your neck
i’m the kid with respect
you test it say h-llo to my tech
i’m loaded with specs
your ho she can’t get over my pecs
then i’m loading her head
with foamy scr-t-m homies, with pep
till she chokes on my peck
i’m roasting any h0m- on deck
your flows get neglect
my prose have probably only known rep
you’re alone if you step

wong feihung’s the tightest at rap
i’ma silence this hack
this guys quick to be violent in fact

…

yall think that yall can even bring da sh-t to me?
seriously?
is that yall concspiracy?
talk sh-t get hit
yall think that yall can even bring dat in my face?
talking outta place?
you’re profoundly lace
snitches get stiches
get the f-ck up outta here
before i grab this beer
break it on that chair and stab you
talk sh-t get hit…

– marks endings of instances of double entendres

breakers indicate changes in rhyme sheme

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