Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The End. , by - Poundz. Release date: 04.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The End. |
| Someone needs to promote me to a new league man |
| This one was easy |
| I beg you stop barking in your videos like a dog |
| Bludclart |
| 'Bout take you to the fucking pet hole |
| Little man run outta bars, and you soon might run outta luck |
| I got bruck-back spinners on deck, I rise this mash and beat these slugs |
| But I’m tryna have a music career, so I ain’t tryna dead this skateboard punk |
| You ain’t really gonna get a reply, so watch how I end this stupid cunt |
| Battyman yout get your eyebrows plucked |
| Homeless yout, disgraceful punk |
| Come get clothes you fucking charity |
| Half priced prick, you’re way too bruck |
| Bando’s tramp, you sleep on floors |
| Go get a wash and a damn shape up |
| Please don’t talk 'bout counting five, you signed for free you stupid cunt |
| You ain’t got a piece or a bludclart wap |
| You couldn’t even buy new airforce ones |
| Your kicks are lean to the rasclart max |
| With that lip piercing, you are not my son |
| Piercing your eyebrows, that’s not cute |
| Can’t trust this yout 'round dicks and bums |
| How you gonna get ducked down by longs, and faint in the shop you fucking mug |
| Run outta breath, run outta breath |
| Your new names called sRun |
| Lemme ask you a brand new question, when did you splash Digga D you mug |
| You’re a magnum nigga, magnum nigga |
| Claiming drills you ain’t done |
| How’s man spilling his juice and you claim that the magnum juice is blood? |
| Hah, funny, little, nerd |
| Real madman you don' wanna get burst |
| All of me bars them up like a dosh but can’t chat shit |
| Pussyboy nah learn |
| Switch my flow then I bring it right back |
| You ain’t from the 12, you’re a reject girl |
| How could you play with your sister naked, I coulda sent you a bad B you jerk |
| Claim that you’re beefing the 10, and they don’t even know you exist |
| Don’t ever try talk 'bout clout when you built your name on your uncles dick |
| Russ was your uncle, I was your dad, we both disown this prick |
| He really couldn’t call you nephew, you was his niece with that lip piercing |
| If you gonna speak talk facts |
| Little nigga ain’t on wass |
| You claim that you know my broski, he phone my phone like «who's this prat» |
| You don’t wanna end up on a hit list |
| Devilish broski got my back |
| All the Bush elders on the wing said pattern up quick before they get you |
| slapped |
| Crossed off blocks, you’re a so called driller |
| You’re a skinny head prick, you ain’t done no drills |
| You’re life’s on the line, don’t do it for the fame |
| No Fortnite ting, it’s a fatal field |
| I can never ever be a Heath reject you dumb little fuck |
| Man bang for my bros it’s real |
| Two bruck dotty’s, and I show you 'bout spinners |
| Double tap that twice that’s a target killed |
| Who is this skateboard yout, you’re washed |
| Ripped up clothes and torn up socks |
| Same boxers for the past two weeks, you’re a smelly arsed prick, |
| lip piercing goth |
| Nitty arsed yout don’t beg for P’s |
| Don’t draw me out you stupid sod |
| Don’t gunlean in your vids, you’re a wannabe Russ in a broke little market don |
| Reject yout don’t talk about man |
| Skateboard yout my number one fan |
| Eyebrow pierced you’re from a rock band |
| You cat my flow to make your shit bang |
| My bro don’t know the prick, you ain’t gang |
| Shout man’s name don’t lie to your fans |
| Rap battle where you deluded arse tramp |
| SK said to 'low you I’m ham (Gang) |
| Oi, done with this clown man |
| Uh, you feel me |
| 3−0 man got white washed |
| Man of the match, where’s my golden boot cuz |