B-Ly & WillFake - sh** For Him lyrics

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B-Ly & WillFake - sh** For Him lyrics

[Verse 1 : B-Ly] ‘Fore I tee some vitriols off Are you sulphurous? Acid rains, pours rap Diss you? A trivial stuff Piss you off, what a pity, you run out of tissue Better kiss your own sh**stained a**, they miss you They kick you, fat bish, by the 14s we had beefs Not intendin' to be sadist, rapist or racist Fit in your Levi's was elaborated as crystal lattice f**in' injure my pelvis, imitated Elvis You rap like a turn-to of two selfish ladies Predict that verdict's endless, stay hellish And a hiphop duo became your pet peeves? Must be a french-kiss from Paris when you spit this ‘cause you s** Blow more dicks to train ya Man, you're on the rag? Your tracks smell fishy as shellfish (ooh...) Then I see you expunge your wellness, hope your ex punch ya by the face with a bailer Helpless, like I'm in Memphis as Gbrand wore black jacket He looks f**ing ridiculous than Jack Black It's Tetris we play, bada**, but I keep blockin' your pathways Maybe censor ya with a f**in' Catwang Scathe ya till you live in an ashtray except if I ate ya like a satay b**h, swim and drown to Pathaya than lay down the rigmarole Also sluice that ordure stigma on your charisma Now I'm comin' for you, equivalent as barbed echidna rolled Bombard and form a symbol of Zigma, smothered with Krisna shorts The whole game aims you like a dart, I'm Darth Vader, invade the chart Way easy shootin' till I'm at a loss to start, I was born being Nanny McPee's warts Comin' cold for a something hot, call it swag, sh**, my dog wags You might lag and wave a white flag, right f*g? You choke for a sight gag Just on Friday the 13th, I'll lambaste you with a peppersprayed fried egg! (Gee!) Finna fight back? But you f**in' seem murk, where's your light at? We ain't scoutin' for attention, this one's Vendetta looks like He's reciprocatin' redemption, motherf**ing studio's like a detention We only give you a tension, animosity in your retention At least I made your abnormal tumor's prevention, oh, I forgot You possess brain, Mr. Brain? Feel a little pain by that hook, p**y Peter Pan? Grimace for your fiasco to entertain, you add words like Scissorhand Growlin' innerman, victim of Down Syndrome, man? Better ingest any motivational lyricists or discriminants unless you're from Ku Klux Klan Name these bartenders, get boozy? You're higher using vocoder like airlines from Kazakhstan But you ain't even co-pilot, should I manage? Ah, f** it, don't act weirder than Ambarita! So I came up shining but not as stand-up comedian as you did See two kids in the corridor? That's what your nightmare would be (Oh my gosh!) Cordon bleu, is it raw or A1, let alone Wagyu? Or probably chateurbriand No matter what's the beef we create, you'll get f**ed too! Take a heavy sigh, relax and exhale, this sardonical fencing sword will not get impailed To your back, for your f**ing wisecracks, sidetracks and vortex in your cortex! [Bridge] Yo, yo Remember when I kick the sh** outta you? Goddammit, man, take it with no pinch of salt [Verse 2 : Willfake] A beggar with empty brain, his name's Gbrand His song ruins membrane, I'd rather listen to Nidji Band The f** you act like a captain? Bunch of plaques you don't even attain! His sk** like my damn tanktop that's preshrank It's like I got GPS, where the f** your head's at? Oh I forget then, I just stuck it up into s*ut's rear-end Better rearrange, how's life? You obtain much faux pas, think you beat me with no power I'm venomous as a cobra, this boy's high like his poppa (the hell he likes Oppa?) People need to know that you ghost-write You text me to write you down, that's no lie Gbrand, don't defend it when you actually depend on me! I'ma be number one and you change a prerequisite And you did it ‘cause I wield the English, bizzare! Ain't ya? You ain't czar! Tryna thwart and start the war with me? Nah, I'ma wolf your f**in' bu*t down like Jacob And whole your f**in' nut cut then jacked up His flow's slow like a turtle, I guess he got toothache and doesn't gurgle And he's too sweaty ‘cause his underwear is purple! (AKHHH!) Fix your attitude, I'm back at it, dude I don't know how the hell it through f** it, before I drop BLU-82! (BOOM!) If I give my lyrics to you, you will take mine Not even a credit I grant, you fake line f** Blackminds! Sure be cool if you did like Blake I ain't thinkin' this is dandy and fine This guy couldn't buffoon, lemme slap ya with my spoon Hope he goes down like a lead balloon A tune from you that I couldn't attune You need to check a man that is named RainmanRapper He's makin' inspiration, you eject the mental with your rejectamenta Bloke with a mainstream voice, I guess you're proboscis monkey from damn rainforest No boss is ornery, co*ky and then frozen You'll get hit by E5 Shinkansen train, croaks Praise a Dreamlife for producer, doesn't Gbrand seduce ya? You k** the beat but he's a drop in the ocean Wait, fake rappers? So I'm a Fake rapper, eh? Right, fake outside, the realest inside, ho Now you think that's innuendo, b**hy who*e? I'm Super Mario from Nintendo 64 You are a Donkey Kong who turns Spanish Lemme replenish you as a cuisine when I'm famished He's f**in' Vanessa Hudgens in high school, yeah I'm menace You're rhymin' as f** and they will love it I adjust my rhyme like Monkey D. Luffy Antediluvian stuff, my vicious rap ain't as easy as the muffin Your brain goes vice-versa like the eye of Bojana Danilovic Quit recordin' claptrap song, here I hear Faye Wong You ain't wrong, so why do I diss you, hey boy? You know that we are Ed and Bruno I boo no Gbrand, you got kudos Sorry for our words, the hiphop duo f** it, let the disc jockey know this diss' joking! [Hook] Don't give sh** for him Our shoes ain't gonna fit for him Even bulbs can't get lit for him And here's a hit for him [Outro] That's all kidding, Gbrand! Man don't be pissed off! I like your songs, bro! That's just a little tale I made! Yo, would you diss us back? Diss us...