Deathwish by EXEM Lyrics
Don’t fuck with me, no gang to much for me
Have em runnin like I run it
Talkin shit I had enough of it, Yah
Im havin none of it. yah, yah
Ima Hitman, put a hit on you man
Your a doomed man
Gun go boom damn
Uppercut, send you through the roof man, ah, ah, yah
Watch this Fat fucks
Jaw crack
Back crack
Fat rack, tits fat
Ass crack hanging out the back, when he dipped, cause he shat
When he saw my crew tearing through his street doing laps. Ah ah
Don’t swerve to my lane
It’s the fast lane
Bitch get flamed
He swang, he missed
Bitch get dissed
It really wasn’t hard
This retard has to much mass to miss
Get fist fucked
This virgin has some luck
Uppercut them bitch nuts
Sodomised witha foot fuck
Game over
Triple six, death wish
Reload, bars like clips
Reload, shots never miss
Me the RPG, Gone fuck up yo shit, Bitch
R.I.P
Ya’ll all see, y’all all never best me
Gay cunt on a quest to lose 20 kg
So he can step to me? Nah
So he can run from me, yah
CANT TEST, ME
CANT BEST, ME
Try slice me, chigga gettin knifed yeet
Ok? Clout Chase, liers get maced
He said im never going anywhere
Boi, you lucky you can move without a fucking wheelchair
Death stare, death wish, hssss
I won this beef before I wrote this shit
You pussys to scared to meet, face me on your street
On ya turf, nah too scared they were gonna get murked
FUCK UP BITCH SLUT
RUN OR GET DROPPED CUNT x2
Excuse me little boy
Id like to formily inform you of the fact you can't ignore me and the lack of care i have for a slack ass with no cash, bitch ass with no bars, this track just got way hard
Fidget while I finesse
Cash in yo cheques
Purchase some vests
And pray to god my pistol whip don’t tear you to shreds
Don’t disrespect, Purchase some meds, P.T.S.D? just breath in some breaths
Prozac, and a Big mac, can fix that
He took it and I booked it now we know where the pros at
Hehehe
Hoe clap, like you status did when I crushed it on this diss track. Facts
Have em runnin like I run it
Talkin shit I had enough of it, Yah
Im havin none of it. yah, yah
Ima Hitman, put a hit on you man
Your a doomed man
Gun go boom damn
Uppercut, send you through the roof man, ah, ah, yah
Watch this Fat fucks
Jaw crack
Back crack
Fat rack, tits fat
Ass crack hanging out the back, when he dipped, cause he shat
When he saw my crew tearing through his street doing laps. Ah ah
Don’t swerve to my lane
It’s the fast lane
Bitch get flamed
He swang, he missed
Bitch get dissed
It really wasn’t hard
This retard has to much mass to miss
Get fist fucked
This virgin has some luck
Uppercut them bitch nuts
Sodomised witha foot fuck
Game over
Triple six, death wish
Reload, bars like clips
Reload, shots never miss
Me the RPG, Gone fuck up yo shit, Bitch
R.I.P
Ya’ll all see, y’all all never best me
Gay cunt on a quest to lose 20 kg
So he can step to me? Nah
So he can run from me, yah
CANT TEST, ME
CANT BEST, ME
Try slice me, chigga gettin knifed yeet
Ok? Clout Chase, liers get maced
He said im never going anywhere
Boi, you lucky you can move without a fucking wheelchair
Death stare, death wish, hssss
I won this beef before I wrote this shit
You pussys to scared to meet, face me on your street
On ya turf, nah too scared they were gonna get murked
FUCK UP BITCH SLUT
RUN OR GET DROPPED CUNT x2
Excuse me little boy
Id like to formily inform you of the fact you can't ignore me and the lack of care i have for a slack ass with no cash, bitch ass with no bars, this track just got way hard
Fidget while I finesse
Cash in yo cheques
Purchase some vests
And pray to god my pistol whip don’t tear you to shreds
Don’t disrespect, Purchase some meds, P.T.S.D? just breath in some breaths
Prozac, and a Big mac, can fix that
He took it and I booked it now we know where the pros at
Hehehe
Hoe clap, like you status did when I crushed it on this diss track. Facts