All your dead lyrics

by

KSI


Let the people all know
Popeye wanna pop at the elegant
Plus the little boy wanna play again
Sitting at the top, Viewing triple six
Devil with the flow, With the crucifix
Two birds
One stone
Two birds
With the one stone
Two birds
One stone
Two birds
With the one stone

Tell me how my di*k ended up in your main chick
Threesome with the hoe, double trouble
Don't ever say sh*t
Bouncing in the bed
When they swallow up all my brain kids
Popeye in the opposite
Hearing them from my c*ckpit
Your music, fam it's so lame
Rapping bout' a kitty, are you brain dead?
We don't wanna hear another house track
Your music makes me wanna pop a prozac
But you're always on it
Especially when your most viewed vid
Has this n*gga on it
God dayum
Unstable little c*nt don't know what to do
Guess he'll make a book too
Sobbing to promote too
Whispering 'Joe' for haunted bullsh*t
Who the hell would go and buy your book of bullsh*t?
Filming all your dead tunes with Elliot
One week break?
You're a legitimate idiot
Tweeting that you'll knock me out
Just like Theo, huh?
Yeah, black facing prick wannabe me huh?
Yeah, begging to thinking you're gonna beat me, huh?
Yeah, Popeye the prick, now regret it

Popeye wanna pop at the elegant
Plus the little boy wanna play again
Sitting at the top, Viewing triple six
Devil with the flow, With the crucifix
Two birds
One stone
Two birds
With the one stone
Two birds
One stone
Two birds
With the one stone

Lying to your mama
Guess I had to add some kerosene to the drama
When she hears the whole verse
She's gonna jet
Especially when she hears me
Tell her that you're doing ket
Man
I don't wanna be that type of dude
Blurting out of your business
Know that you're the one that started this
The lord is my witness
Guess he saw that time in Pascha
When you paid for that BJ
Then the prozzy bruised your di*k
Now you're scared of them BJs
Now you're getting pegged
Got these little kids looking up the sh*t I said
You a b*tch boy
I don't care if you rich boy
Degrading coz' Ezekiel robbed your sh*t, boy
Nissan GT-R with your coin money
Snaking up your boys just for more money
You're a dodgy prick
Let that settle in
Blood boiling bars
Let that kettle sing
You're balls online, that's unsettling
With the DM telling me
You're too pus*y fighting me
Coz you know you'll lose to me
Little boy is getting slapped up
You f*cked up when you aimed at me

Popeye wanna pop at the elegant
Plus the little boy wanna play again
Sitting at the top, Viewing triple six
Devil with the flow, With the crucifix
Two birds
One stone
Two birds
With the one stone
Two birds
One stone
Two birds
With the one stone

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