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Dig Up 6 Feet- Mav diss
- Ight, Mav
- I know you ain’t just dropped this beat to say all that shit for you to pussy out
- Poland missed, hold my drink, with digital shots is your only way to shoot me down?
- Shit, I sent a tap and decided to snap me back with a link for diss track
- All that gun talk from a liberal it’s a mismatch
- We both survived some shots, but it’s because you didn’t pull the trigger on yourself
- With an ounce of liquor left to spill, snapping me bout how you can’t picture you propel ling
- In the future, reminiscing with guilt about you long term ex calling quits for you to feel
- Her pain of loneliness, stay in Missouri and help Saint Louis with their death toll numbers
- You should abide my suggestion and commit suicide once you finally get home from your
- Job, find your body swinging from the ceiling like Logan Paul went in the Japanese forest
- Have to meet a florist, so they can give you your flowers finally when your passing is formed and
- Don’t even act like you don’t send me verses back &forth so you to get encouraged
- This last decade you have been a virgin, going to more doctors appointments ensuring
- You can be declared mentally disabled before I even served this country for your pathetic ass
- Weak minded people like you be finding ways to avoid stress, bring up all the authentic facts
- About yourself first before start talking about disability, you wished you got paid like me
- Everyday you be telling me about your new prescriptions the doctor had gave to see
- It’ll help with your delusional, low testosterone body, your bitching is as long as the paper sheet
- Of all those pills you take, your bitch friendzoned you and tells you all about her new boyfriend
- Now you get sloppy seconds by voice sent messages while she’s on top of him moaning
- Ever since you’ve been on your Diddy shit, snapping pics of lower part with no bulge
- Less nuts than a testicular cancer patient after surgery, you ain’t got the balls to go fuck
- Big Bang Sheldon here, acting as if you’ve never gone through puberty, the fuck do you want?
- Let’s talk about your disconnect with your mom or any fucking one in your family
- Getting offended by their views on you, how they look at you, while you’re panicking
- The closer in person you are with them, the more you feel like the same side magnets then
- Texting me, “am I wrong to feel this way, I feel so alone during the holiday”, tragic man
- “Yo, wanna hop on Xbox to play PUBG”? Like no one else in the world doesn’t have work
- No one in your nonexistent world gives a damn about you, no one in common to share your
- Opinion or energy as you feel which is nearly zero, all while no one is concerned
- Maybe your mother can finally convince you to think twice about God and love your
- Life before you take yourself out, either way that’s an instant way to hell
- And laugh all about it when the suicidal jokes Netflix from Dave Chapelle
- The only reason why you’re here this year is because I tried to convince you to stay
- To be fair I was never gon’ miss you anyways
- This [war drove](wardrobe) we’re sharing gon’ have us at each other necks like joint in twins
- Take notes from your grand dad when he’s pointing this pistol, you can join with him
- A Prisoner of War from your own thoughts, we don’t need you here, we can’t afford a bitch.
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