Correction Lyrics Rest in Rhys by Ihaksi

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Don’t wanna be rude
But hey Rhys I'm just sayin'
Your League skills are so crude
Quit all the games you playin’
People tired of playin' with you
Like top lane Sion
1 minute in - you're 0 &amp; 2

Yeah, so if you wanna start with me
I'll open up your eyes to see
Out of everyone, you have the lowest LP
And I ain’t askin’ outright
I was just thinkin’ maybe
You could take Jay Bark in a fight
Can we set it up tonight?

We don't need to roll the dice
But we all know truly
That you'll decline the fight
But then Cath, who's she?
Just a girl that beat you in a duel, twice
Oh dude don't blame me
When I spit bars I'm not always nice (he ain't nice motherf**ker)
But let's talk about your inner beauty
Wait, that's something noone can see
Agression is beastly
Every time I see you bot lane you gettin’ ganked baby
Hear your bark but don't feel the bite
I was just thinkin’ maybe
You could take Bark in a fight
Can we set it up tonight?

I know what you think now
“I'll just play Bard and buy a zeal?”
Just an excuse for the L, wow
Not even picking flash or heal
Wish that was something I could allow
I'll tell you how that makes me feel
Bark would take you out
So how about we make a deal
I won't slay you on the field, Rhys
Ever been with a girl, Rhys?
Why you stuck in Silver, Rhys?
Why you flaming your team, Rhys?
Why you feeding your lane, Rhys?
Wait did you just ban Henry, Rhys?

Yeah so if you wanna start with me
I'll open up your eyes to see
Out of everyone, you have the lowest LP
And I ain’t askin’ outright
I was just thinkin’ maybe
You could take Jay Bark in a fight
Can we set it up tonight?

Over 10 years I've known you (long time)
Not once have I said a thing
But I'm not saying that I hate you
It's just time to let the birds sing
Mans I know don't like you
That's why they hit up the king (got me up)
Saying to do a diss track on you
That's why I'm on this ting (I'm on it)

Word on the street is you're bad at league (it ain't a word it's true)
But if I spit that anymore I'll get lyrical fatigue (fed up of sayin' that sh*t)
So I'll spit something else instead (go on)
Like how your chair is your bed (oh f**k)
And the grease pile on your head (dayum)
And the vegetables you're being fed
Now b*t*h, shut up and go to bed! (go to bed)

You know it's getting f**king late
b*t*h, it's half passed eight
Stop talking to your classmate
You know that's me, I'm great
Eat some meat, need to gain some weight
And not your boyfriends; anti-sraight (that means you're gay)

How you gonna climb?
Always feeding on ADC
Dying when I collect a chime
Then blaming it on me
Play League fulltime
How can you not see
You're not in your prime
You're getting carried by Dean!

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