Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Facts, artist - Lord Lhus. Album song Lord Lhus, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2018
Record label: Lord Lhus
Song language: English
Facts |
They wanna test the iron fist, get hit, marked off the list |
Slit ya wrist from the depressing impression that you could body shit |
I’m highly lit, you sparked the wick now watch the bomb explode |
Blow my load all over this rap comedy show |
You a faggot though with cock on ya mind lately |
You talk about my dick like you wanna mouth rape me |
That’s great B and you in luck so grab the rubber |
'Cause I never had herpies, I caught crabs from ya mother |
Another stutter, you garbage but let the fans decide |
Run and cry, looking for comfort like when ya father died |
I’m down to ride to the bitter end |
Ya wack friends feminine like odub biting Eminem |
What’s the deal with them? |
A no good spectacle |
All of ya boys a bunch of metrosexuals |
You’re hilarious, talking vexed though |
You fell off like Necro, I’m better 'cause I said so |
Let’s test flows, and keep the music hot |
Who’s the top? |
Lyrically testing you on the spot |
And fuck New York, that’s the last place I’d wanna live |
City kids die hungry and cold in the apocalypse |
I’m rocking this out loud 'cause I’m right bruh |
Ya girl been passed around like a blunt in the cypher |
I know men that been inside of ya queen |
While you dissing my ex that I dated at 17 |
That savage brothers shit is old news |
You talking about some bitch we all fucked in high school |
I’m 32, so why the fuck should I care now |
Your girl look like pear with stick legs and a hairstyle |
We there now, all you rappers are too proud |
I’m too loud, fuck the opinions, let’s air it out |
Without a doubt gotta call out y’all big mouths |
Doubting the south when I keep it the most underground |
Yo, Merkules, look like he need a medic |
Obese sweatin' pathetic and now he want to be a skeptic |
It’s getting hectic, can’t win the battle with connections |
But cashing in hard with fat acceptance while breathless |
It’s rarely said but ya raps sound like Special Ed |
Looking like a dead pig balancing a baby’s head |
Come around and catch some more scars |
Or you, Sean and Snak can circle jerk inside a four star |
And you could never ever damage the great |
So how 'bout you keep that bullshit in Canada, eh? |
And take a jog around the block kid |
And let the men handle this, I’m not the one you wanna box with |
Let’s reminisce I know you feeling this |
Reef’s a lost cause with that wack subliminal diss |
Some mythical hits, coming from a typical dick |
His face legit, looking like his mouth took a shit |
Bring it, garbage rapper no one play your CDs |
That’s why Reef the biggest bum in A-O-T-P |
You see me dodging rifles from vitals |
Reef use to be nice but been wack since Vicious Cycle |
Grab ya Bible, pray to God to make the disses stop |
Or sit and watch and don’t get involved when I proceed to rock |
Sean and Goons at the top of the list |
But there so many other dick riders I wanna diss |
On the blacklist since the clock hit 7:30 |
Now y’all promote wack rappers like Mr. Erbie |
Sorry bro you’re a nice guy, don’t get me wrong |
But I fucking hate every one of ya songs |
The shit is wack and don’t belong to rap |
Keep making cameos in videos homie and stay off of the tracks |
Or bomb back but I doubt you could |
I doubt you would, nothing you’ve released is good |
It’s understood, so who next to catch the fallout |
Sicknature, what up? |
I’m calling you out |
Without a doubt, there’s no comparison |
Lord Lhus, beware of him taking out all you coward embarrassments |
I been prepared for this waiting to start |
Now it’s on like martial law, I’ll force a stake in your heart |
And do my part to air out anyone I ever lent a hand |
Turned their backs on me after calling me fam |
Where my royalties? |
Fuck that, where’s the loyalty |
Keep all the money but you ain’t never destroying me |
And Vinnie Paz I ain’t scared of ya |
Set me up to get jumped and then assassinate my character |
I never ran from America |
Found a better place placed away from the hysteria |
From Bulgaria out to North America |
I’m like malaria, spreading the sickness across ya area |