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Young Singh - iLLiSt dEsI eMcEe aLiVe!!!
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Yo it's time for an emergency operation//
Atilla the cunts about to receive fatal lacerations//
Can the organs, toss the remains in Pakistan//
Online execution man, who the fuck names their son Jan?//
I don't even want to estimate your parents IQ//
You'll get snapped in two, fuck the whole classic crew//
This bitch got shanked off the boat//
Atilla you sound benzeno with alztimers than he got stabbed in the throat//
One verse, round 3 faggots get cursed//
If you Atilla the Hun, I must be pope Leo the first//
I’ll spray you in your eyes with raid, niggas get slayed//
Than I’ll pick up a masheedy and give you a fade//
You must have a endorsement deal with dish washing soap//
Because your always mentioning that obese fucker kas kade//
Forget the semi's, lose the pen, //
I pity you, you look like a fob and sound like a Mexican//
Let's smash this barbarians optics, straight noxious//
Get the fuck offline Jan, you got laryngitis//
Spittin nerve agents, showing now redemption//
These homo's better show up, we an't given no extensions//
adding victims to the list, ima start with exodus /
you must be shittin this if u really think u winnin this //1
slam ya midsection ima leave this kid windless /
watch as i bust 2 flips like a gymnast //2
all threats aside this cats mad played and wack /
mentions kaskade in every track hopin to get his rhymes fat //3
and thats a fact, delivery faked n fraud /
puts his flow through more filters than bottled Evian //4
exo gettin played like tic tac toe /
straight X's and O's means no win or 3 in a row//5
fakin ya death, stealin ya rhymes ya need to stop kid /
plus when u rap it sounds like u wanna vomit //6
exodus return to dust cease your existence /
no one feels ya steez or your R&B bitch //7
ya prolly feelin this, but i aint feelin you /
i couldnt feel u if i knocked the fuckin shit outta you //8
forget it due, what u bringin ima trash it /
yall shouldnt really be here like goin to class sick //9
so catch my drift? man u reaaly got no straight rhymes /
no suprise, cant even straighten out ya dead-lines //10
esto, whyd you give us these 2 guys? /
its like you givin us more bi's than movies by kobe tai //11
i always wanted to bang an import model bitch /
but scratch this odd the list, i'll never see Tila Win(nguyen) //1
your rhymes got no punches, wack exagerrations /
like i'll stab u 300 times with a dozen poisonous pens //2
or something like it, man i wont even be stressin /
he got a small penis always 'beggin for extentions' //3
needin vocal lessons, singin like a retard /
trynna be em? man its more like memoriza mozart //4
you blowhard, whats attila the hun? /
must forgot, thats what exo calls his R&B slut //5
gettin knocked up, soundin like a fob /
like ya mom, everything that comes out seems to sound hella wrong //6
so get off tha ballz and quit being pretenders /
always be ahead of Jan like i was December //7
you'll never, drop me, it wont ever happen /
3 years of rappin couldn't even drop his accent //8
flow is forced and u aint close to fluid/
sayin punchlines are played, only cause u cant do it //9
so screw it, suck a dick fuck a classick /
ever since stylez left, yall aint been JACK SHIT //10
and checkit, you fake thugs aint touchin me /
you only hit concrete when i knock u with a 2 piece // 11
classicks obsolete, almost nonexistant like an antique /
i'll cut it here and let singh finish ya team //12
Ego's are about to get broken, fuck what yall wrote//
I’ll have these bitches hiding out in the Philippines with lady soloc//
Osiris better pm exodus and get a hold of himself//
I thought classic cd's are supposed to stay on store shelves//
Round 3, shut the fuck up and take your loss//
Fuck around and I’ll be taggin CU on your skull with your 14K cross//
Purely incest, from my knowledge osiris and the brother and husband of his sister Isis//
Yall an't writeous, get rid of your hype man cuhz//
Atilla doesn't know how
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