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Drop the Mic(100%PG Explicit)
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Anonymous
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Big Bembe made this! (ft. Anonymous) I’ve been hearing rumours about you Mr Microphone Hit up your mum, got blown and gave her the bone My man out here rappin’ disstracks with a lack of hormones Finna be deported, sent back to Sierra Leone My raps on the track tearing you up like a cyclone Don’t chat to me because I’m on the grime throne Where is your dad, his location is unknown This track will leave ‘Soala’ written on a gravestone Back in Year 2 you used to steal shoes Then in December, you dated a Jew Went out with a white, that’s not safe If your mother found out, call you a disgrace My man is obsessed with chicken If your mother found out, would've given you a kicking Your mum out here lookin all chunky You be out here lookin like a monkey I’ve been hearing rumours about you Mr Microphone Hit up your mum, got blown and gave her the bone My man out here rappin’ disstracks with a lack of hormones Finna be deported, sent back to Sierra Leone My raps on the track tearing you up like a cyclone Don’t chat to me because I’m on the grime throne Where is your dad, his location is unknown This track will leave ‘Soala’ written on a gravestone Your great grandfather used to be a slave Shot your mum’s boyfriend dumped him in a grave Man out here looking like Santan Dave Stay in line rudeboy, don’t misbehave Man acting gay like skittles My bars will leave you in the hospital Rudeboy act big, but you’re just little My bars will drop you like you drop your skittles Taste the rainbow, that’s kinda gay Had to rob a bank cause you didn’t get payed Destroying you isn't hard, it's child play Remember when Kushal stole your bae? Man see an opp man pull the trigger That’s cos Jesus Christ is my n*gga I’ve been hearing rumours about you Mr Microphone Hit up your mum, got blown and gave her the bone My man out here rappin’ disstracks with a lack of hormones Finna be deported, sent back to Sierra Leone My raps on the track tearing you up like a cyclone Don’t chat to me because I’m on the grime throne Where is your dad, his location is unknown This track will leave ‘Soala’ written on a gravestone You went out with a feminist Sinner, sinner you methodist After that experience, you should need a therapist But you enjoyed it, you goddamn mentalist While you were together, you were losing your virginity Staring at another one, isn’t that bigamy? Eyeing up Vanessa, imagining the rapidity This rap will destroy you, no need for a trilogy Man out here praying at the liturgy Donation box come, very n***ardly Messed up trim, got a sh*te barber Ex girl feminist like Nicole Arbor You see her, still get harder Rap like bullets, need some armour Speaks like Daddy long Neck Wannabe Wes like Sheck I bring the Bangla Heat You’re just into feet When you drop that reply It’s gonna be obsolete Met up with your mum Now she got wet sheets Don't diss me rudeboy 'Cos my bars are complete I’ve been hearing rumours about you Mr Microphone Hit up your mum, got blown and gave her the bone My man out here rappin’ disstracks with a lack of hormones Finna be deported, sent back to Sierra Leone My raps on the track tearing you up like a cyclone Don’t chat to me because I’m on the grime throne Where is your dad, his location is unknown This track will leave ‘Soala’ written on a gravestone N WOOOOOOOORRRRDDD *GUN SHOTS* ALLAHU AKBARRRRRRRRRRR *Explosions*
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