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I'm an idiot for throwing yogurt |
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And your finsta is better |
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Than mine by a mile |
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Lies |
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They're all lies |
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Oh hello mr. Hyland |
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Welcome to the diss track |
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Oh shit |
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Somebody get |
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Some fire extinguishers |
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Because I'm about to |
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Light this shit up |
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Here we go |
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Welcome I eat weed |
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To your diss track |
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When I'm done with you |
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You won't come back |
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So take a seat |
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Chillax and sit back |
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And listen to mofo's very first track |
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Mr. Hyland |
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You a lightweight |
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6 ounces lighter |
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You'd be fish bait |
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At the sesh |
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Nursing some cider |
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While I'm in the back |
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Five shots in an hour |
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Pretty boy |
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Petty boy |
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Weaker than |
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An altoid |
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Skrrt, skrrt |
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Mandem pull up |
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And show mr. Hyland |
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How we rock our stuff |
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Seventy-five-like-tough-lad |
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Sixty-nine posts' enough, lad? |
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Already peaked? |
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That's rough, lad |
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Now let finsta mofo go ****ing mad |
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I'm just playin' dawg |
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You know I have only mad respect |
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For you, homie |
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Yeah, my g |
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**** you |
