Killshot (Remix) lyrics

Hello LilMan
What a shame you're just not at my pace
Had to wake up to your ugly ass face
On Instagram/ Damn
See I rap with so much grace
When I’m done with you there won't even be a trace/
Took your momma out on a couple dates
Made it all the way to home base
Talking sh*t? Gonna end up as a cold case
Put your ass right above my fire place
When you die I'll be right behind Hells gates like, “Hello b*tch, home awaits”
Alabama , Indiana, Montana, it don’t Matta where you move
I'm still better than ya in all 50 states
Woah Bro, Slow down Hoe
You think you're on my level? No
You own sh*tty flow
You f*ckin parasite/ All you do is bark you don't even bite
But I do and I got an appetite/
Outwrite you every single night little b*tch think you're better ? Not quite/ unlike yours/ my futures too bright/ I'm super duper dope/ you're the corny white/
Along with the Napoleon Dynamite sounding look alike/
This is your funeral not a fight/ People say “Topics tight”/
How can you be a di*k and a pus*y at the same time?
Oh sh*t! You're a hermaphrodite/
Never say my mother f*cking name b*tch I’ve been the sh*t/
How’s life being that tall di*k? Yeah I bet it's Lit/ little sh*t/ here’s where it gets tricky/ I do more psychedelics than a hippie/
But the fact you think you're better than me is even more trippy/ Get the f*ck off my di*k/ you'll never be this witty/ I'll chill with Dax/ C-Mac can keep Gibby/ I got my mountain with me and to think/
I put you under my wing and gave you benefit of the doubt/ Now I know why your daddy walked out/ Quit talking sh*t on what you know nothing about/ Admit you’re throwing a fit cuz you want Clout/
I ain't done son I'm just getting started
How come all your songs sound like you pressed record and farted?/ if you ever believe you hold a candle to me kid you're mentally retarded/ I was killing sh*t in kindergarten/
You're terribly embarrassing/ you and me? Not a single similarity/ I listen to your music if I wanna laugh hysterically/ aye but real sh*t tho bro/ you really need some therapy/ thinking you could go toe to toe with a rarity/ the difference between me and you? Well, I'm quality/ you're quantity/ you never ever had a shot at me/ not even possibly/ hoe/ I'm a f*cking prodigy/ someone call Hop/ I'm written in the prophecy/ kid keeps killing it constantly/ music is a drug and I'm f*cking addicted/ you ain't just admit it/ in your dreams so vivid/ So quick witted/ if you thought you did this sh*t better you got it twisted/ I don't play but I'm Wicked/ someone please call the cops for this mothaf*ckon murder I've committed/
Yes, Mr.Swim? Please, come in! Hmmm, where to begin? What brings you to the looney bin? Is it/ cuz/ I get under your skin? Only time you get close to mine is if I put my balls on your Chinny, chin chin/ Don't have to pick up a pen to prove that I win/ Macaulay Kulkin lookin' twin/ Threaten me with a gun? Son I'll bring a Chainsaw, RIN RIIN!
I don't hang around Yes Men
So Cameron Swim, Can Ya Swim
In the water cuz it's only getting hotter/ lookie kids! Another wannabe/ I slaughtered thee/ honestly/ you gotta be at least THIS tall to bother me/ Rolling comes gonna smoke your bones/ sorry sport gotta get grown/ shoulda stayed Home Alone/ You're not a rapper even after you bought a microphone/ that wasn't a Diss or a sh*tty poem/ Topic fan/ Look like lil xan/ listen Cam/ Gonna diagnose you with Little Man Syndrome/ Oooh Who woulda known? Deep down I know you feel a lotta Doubt|-/ See you shaking now you're Stressed Out |-/ So quit throwing up Gang signs/ like you're fooling anyone with your lame lines/ I break spines/ you suck sh*t/ heard it through the grape vine/ You wouldn't beat me if you wrote rhymes for 80 lifetimes/ Dumbass ignored the warning signs/ b*tch I'm only getting bigger/ Definition of a Crestline critter/ aren't you still in School?? Where's your babysitter? “f*cked your b*tch blindfold?” Stupid liar/ I'm a spitter/ Wonder why your souls bitter/ Is it cuz I'm with your b*tch getting Dome with her?/ Whoo!/ What a cold winter! Couldn't touch me with Killshot/ Its f*cking March and I'm still Hot/ How Many whack bars you got? A lot. The day you get my spots, the day Snoop Dog stops smoking pot/ So come close to see we have nothing in common/ speak up b*tch I can't hear you talking/ they compare me to Hopsin/ Run your mouth with not a lotta walking/ Say you'll spray? Yeah okay/ You'll be long forgotten/ Boy, I know a Crip plotting to put a bullet in your noggin with your mommy watchin/ If you really want to get it Poppin/or your other option but you better be at least a beast at boxing/ looking like my disciple/ and I put that in the Bible/ Not competition just a fan in denial/ Feels like the second coming everybody waiting for my arrival/ How does it feel to be suicidal because of your idol, now your rival?/ This is how you Killshot no chance of survival or revival and that's final! Oh, and one more thing, no ones clicking sh*t if it's got your name in the title/ kill you leave your body for the maggot
So shut your mouth you f*cking fa-