Kennydaatari - calling out names at everyone diss version Lyrics

Lay to rest and see the rhymes that can never speak
I would at least put you in a t-shirt, make you like R.I.P. and no rest in peace
Oh, two syllables, I gotta kill another person while searching a nigga's car

I'll be like rapping another damn bar
F*cking crackers on YouTube
I'm going to expose a few and I know what's happening
Splitting, spitting out every syllable

Peace just to end somebody's career
Your life is on the other line to make you disappear
Crackers come all the way from Africa just to be starting shit
Moderate day slavery, you not black, bitch

Just to snapping people in seven minutes for a remix
Real demon don't exist to call out names
But I have something to say to aim out Deshawn's brain
And all the rest of y'all can get it too

Like Chad Kennedy and his crew
F*ck all the rest of y'all haters on YouTube
I'd rather be spreading the money for my dawgs
The real Slim Shady is crazy on drug addict

I'll be rapping like the same as mathematics
These days I'm dissing a lot of people, even celebrities
Your white female's a whore, you can get it too
Do it in the dark, cut off your heart, put it in hell

Never spell, and I'll be rapping in the middle in the retail
Just to piss you off the most
There's several bullets in your body like a holy ghost
To send shots and snap at people

And I'll be dissing a lot of people in my hometown
Legally
This is why the internet is so dangerous
Smarter than I'll be famous

United States don't have no freedom of speech
I can spit the hardest rhymes in a set of balls
If you test my flow, I chose to kill jerod Beach
Haters become your fans just to be spitting like a businessman

I am the greatest of all time when I'll be rhyming on the same dime
I'll be rapping in the middle of the east
I'm a beast to be rapping in the streets
I'm a f*cking celebrity

You're not making no money off of this casualty shit
To make a number one hit
I hate rapping
I hate singing

I hate doing shit at the same time as other people
Judging my fans
The true color
One another

Just to be born straight out of the gutter
Not helping nobody else out
And this life sucks
But like going mass shooting

Blow people's head off
That's fun
Right
You rappers suck

I just don't give a f*ck
About what you've been through
Your family can get it too
If they want to get involved

Word from Christopher Wallace
Like Biggie Smalls
Last kiss goodnight
It's that simple when I fist fight

I'm trying to work my ass off
To be on the mic
I'ma try to end your life
In the middle of the streets
And f*ck the record like B4W

This is the reason why I'm sad
People swag is their f*cking snitches
Before I return to the rag to the riches
I'll throw you off the Pacific Ocean

Make you drown the most
People get on my nerves the most when I fold
They should've been finished that nigga like ravon
I'm in my sicko mode

When I flow when I chose
The rhymes that'll couldve exspose
You be rapping and I know
When I be like

I take it so cariously
I'm seriously
I'm lyrically
I could've be your best friend

And rapping on time
You be slamming your face in a dime
That's a death
When I be rapping what's next

I have a text
And a violent threat
I disrespect
Your whole company could've leave

And the white emcees can't rap
They're trash
They be garbage
And I could've be

There for anybody
My next record deal
Is just to be signing a illuminati
Just to get killed

If I could be spitting like Tupac Shakur
Coming with an extra attitude
This hometown has no blues clues
I'm way better at rapping

Never been singing
Before I got a snot win
A person that they really gotta piss me off the most
To be segregation I gotta chose

Investigated
Before you been demonstrated
You should've been paying attention
Like you been in trading places

But you decide to keep it to yourself
But I decide to just keep it to your health
Before you got a deal to hurt somebody in the same beef
You failed to rap

Nigga do you know who you f*cking with
I'm entertained
I come steal your girl like murder she wrote
All the shit I be rapping off the boat

I flow
And I gotta chose the white folks
Right when I was brown
I'm changing my mind like Adolf Hitler

I don't know what I like the most when I'm bitter
And then I just wanna send shots at the hitters
I don't f*ck with niggas
I don't f*ck with bitches too

And I still gotta get jump with my own crew
I be rapping like I'm spazzing out like I'm DMX
And shit I come through when I'm disrespect
You're the type of f*cking family member just to be prooving guilty

You wouldn't tickety check my rhymes
Just to be putting another record demo on time
Calling out a few names
My third diss song is gonna be the blast

Before I be rapping in the middle of the past
And that's all I gotta say
You was a bitch to the end
Ravon and daeshwan

You was never my friend
Jonelle
And calling out names when I stare
I see you in hell

Rapping through the third generation of this song
The bitch I used to with the score
Act like she don't know me
Right after I exposed you

I can't take this anymore
I gotta leave
This generation been corrupted by retarded ass kids
And I be disrespecting everybody

I keep it real when I shit
On you like you was in high school
I should've been the one to be bullying you
I just decided to make fun of a few haters

Right after somebody on YouTube called my song an ass
Before I gotta be bashing him in the f*cking first class
Should've kept your mouth closed
Get ready to send threats at anybody who comment in my page

So just don't f*cking give a f*ck about you and your age
It's not that goddamn simple just to turn the page
I'm a serial bop
I'm a killer when I watch a f*cking person dying in the street

I could've be like I stopped the violence
If I was give you enough time to pull some receipt
I'm ready for war
You better be ready when I be grabbing and knocking in your door

Laughing at you on the fourth floor
You will actually end up in the hospital
Boy you better learn how to pay bills
Never be for real

I could dominate you
And then you was peeking in the ground
Peek a boo when I made a sound
Kill you like 12 rounds

And then what else did I miss
Searching a dead body in this 12 gate shoty
Like illuminati
It's either you hate me or not

It's either hate it or you're hot
Until your day is gone
Tomorrow you may not live for long
You'll see another day I light in the top ten

I suggest you stop the cap
I'm using the auto pitch
When I can start to rap
Perhaps if I search your track on YouTube

Your shit is trash
You wouldn't even try to have a few fan base
Put six dead body on the landscape
I love calling you out on faith

Then I waste my freedom
Who in the hell I don't need y'all
To be talking shit
You're in a different country like Niagara Falls

I'm taking shit so seriously
When I was rapping merically
Rapping another better verse like lyrically
I'm rapping Regamortius is the Lordiest

Niggas is like you shouldn't have to pay attention to you
I can have a few steps to verify your careers
Like an identity theft
The rhymes I could be spitting

Like you lost your virginity
The half sex
Aww I wouldn't feel bad for you
Cause you didn't even try to treat this girl right

In the middle of the world
Off this fight
If anybody touch one of mine
They're gonna get killed in the night time

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