Pop shot(x factor diss)

Dear angels, can you hear me? Are you near me?

Are you there? I need help

I been tryna shake the feeling that I'm feeling

Like it's extra room to spare for me in hell

All I dream about is revenge all the time

And I don't think that I can pretend all the time

All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time

All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time

I need help

Nick doing black face, he doing brown bear, im doing kola

Give an std to the game, I'm killing from inside a, with an insider I saw the

The avengers teaming up, with a snap of a finger,I snapped my finger, sending em up

Into the sinister...what?

I'll come back that later ,after I think twice

Flunked art class, turned into hitler all I think about is genocide.

Blonde hair I see, you know the time.

Embarrassing, because you know them lies.

The air thick, it thins inside, into the sinister paradise.

Thats hell, I been there twice. Child of God I don't care for ammonite

But you do it's clear with the shit you write.

You want a dick sucked, get a bitch bruh, I ain't one of them get gen ahhhh

Bitch we know that's jenner, wealth said she snitched, then snitched on big bra

I need don't fans doing scrimmages, I'm a man I know what my image is.

Compliments ,he calling complex, that's monuments, you know I'm going to flex ,that accomplishment

A ghost trip me, I'm tripping with the vest ,the pain be anonymous.

"They going for ya head" they know who the top dollar is.

"They going for ya head" crown is heavy can't squander it.

"They going for ya head" stole my whole style, let me acknowledge it.

They all turned into fanboys, anally raped all they think about, damn boys.

The one thing I can't figure out, who want some altiods?

I open the metal chamber like a casket for your last breath.

Now the convos tension is past tense, and the combo got Nick past dead

Cut it off boy.

Dear angels, can you hear me? Are you near me?

Are you there? I need help

I been tryna shake the feeling that I'm feeling

Like it's extra room to spare for me in hell

All I dream about is revenge all the time

And I don't think that I can pretend all the time

All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time

All I think about is— (Blaow, blaow) all the time

I need help

testimonies, you got of me, testin' a army

I test the testaments of techs on him

Behind fish nets, but there's bigger fish to fry.

Don't be shy yet, the trigger the great white, ain't had his bite.

Everybody gets a piece, wait in line

I found my peace by putting weight in lines.

Cast it to the sea, see who it hit this time.

This time it hits like a bald bitch.

Force you to astra project, im the ancient one that you called them agents on, it's all lit.

Revenge is sweet like chocolate

Leave it to me to abolish, the ones that keeping kids, be cautious.

Leave it up to crisp to pop him.

Still popping shots when will it end

Soon, I think it's time to reel it in.

Just show I wasn't a npc I had to test free will a bit.

Every things he's earned better left burned,

Like me as a little kid, left with little skin.

But I been through worse, he ain't as strong as they say he is.

Still thinking props matter so when I pop at him, he set up props at the, bots set up,

I'm the boss sitter, sit down, blicked down, now it's solved better. It's all better.