Dig Up 6 Feet- Mav diss

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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 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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