Lil pussyhole
• Written by Suppressor
[INTRO]
Ay, you're about to be lyrically fucking fried
UK Grime style, new type to put in your mind
now lemme start this with a good beat
just for the extra tension and heat.
[VERSE 1]
Get sparked, I'm a straight up bully
your eyes proper squirting tears fully
mans got blade, shanked you up, total drama
don't snake or pussyholes like you see karma
white yokel wannabe a roadman, little Mcleny
proper gas'ed with one slag, ain't that many
skets joyriding on my galore
jizz stuck onto their faces, I will pour
getting mandem to be resetting
fans on your dick by a fake setting
my pockets ripped open by them mad P's
piece in my hand, start your praying creeds
your bitch is robbed, I start flexing
your bitch is who I'm texting
her spread out legs and a ting
you proper wet only doing sexting
you ain't mixed in, and I'm blessed in
your ho I only shaking for the testing
all slags I got be peng like a Lamborghini
proper jokes when skets see your tiny weenie.
[HOOK]
Mcleny, why so fake? Bare heads knowing
you flop thinking the truth is what you're showing
lower your volume, don't chat back
or your belly be ripped and slashed bad
your mum getting you slapped and sad.
[VERSE 2]
Acting high class but you ain't got 110s
you only chatty chat about Mercedes Benz
you can't afford, your bills stacked and intense
you be monkey monkey lyrics from MC Ren's
dash your skull, buy some contact lenses
your eyes a magnet to my paper
drooling from lips, your lips like a pager
looking at shiny rings, don't get vexed
like the time I had your mum flexed
you all day computer kid, all anorexic
you under 30kg, big green tick
your arms all jokes, like a stick
wannabe roadman, don't know your own ends
thinking that online it all depends
don't be extra, you got no friends
See me cruising, better duck
lock lock pow, I don't give a fuck
drive-by on you, 100% bad luck.
[HOOK]
Mcleny, why so fake? Bare heads knowing
you flop thinking the truth is what you're showing
lower your volume, don't chat back
or your belly be ripped and slashed bad
your mum getting you slapped and sad.
[VERSE 3]
Boo, fucking hoo, I'm just too rude
don't be dropping tears in a bad mood
rope around your neck, legs kicked the table
you're in a morgue, your toe with a death label
no air you're breathing, nor extending your belly
your flesh starts to rot, body all smelly
these mad bars I'm all gonna be griming
your career will boom, a tick tock timing
saying you'll kick my ass, let's scramble
right now you putting your life on a gamble
I'll mash you up in the style of Muhammad Ali
also this diss in the style of Makaveli
on your fake friends you start to rely
wait, you got zero, you start to cry
when you get banged up you dial the O's
feds with no evidence, no one knows
I dial thugs to get you into dead meat
your life I will surely be able to delete
you a pussyhole, not wanting a bit of some beef
see Suppressor or Consey, you got shattering teeth
all you wanting is number one
that's why now you're done
little coward, rat rat to your Commanders
you even thrilled of Fruit, fear is your curse.
[HOOK]
Mcleny, why so fake? Bare heads knowing
you flop thinking the truth is what you're showing
lower your volume, don't chat back
or your belly be ripped and slashed bad
your mum getting you slapped and sad.
[OUTRO]
Lyrics finished, beat fading away
you just got silenced, you got no say
told you all I was gonna deliver
this was to show him he ain't superior.
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Suppressor
Member since July 11 2017