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Mini Ladd Disstrack
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Void (rapper)
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We be moving hella weight like some body builders Can't fix your career, you need Bob the Builder Messin' with them girls but they all be underage Someone get this pedo monster in a motherf**king cage Playing all these games, man you been geekin Now you freakin, all yo sh*t is leakin On the Snap with lil girls and you streakin' She sent you a pic, you said please put your feet in Tearin' up when you be tweeting Mistakes happen, can't delete em Posting MC vids, but we ain't watching those How many girls you be sexting, sh*t no one knows Apologizing on Twitter like we finna care Like what the hell? Did you do? To your motherf**kin-hair Career still goin, but it's going down the wrong path All my wrath, turn this into psychopath into aftermath You want to f**k, but all she want is yo autograph You're the only creeper I see blowin' up off Minecraft You think you safe cause a little bit of times passed? Void Gang, Keemstar, now we on your f**kin' ass Hella cases, catch em all so I call ya Ash Pull up to your server it's a bloodbath Mini Ladd hella sad Goin' out really bad Got exposed finna lose Dude just made it on the news Career goin' down call that sh*t a wrap Next time you make a decision think before you act Stop laughing at this sh*t, this sh*t is serious Straight out the volcano, feelin' hot I'm feelin' igneous Actin' family friendly, but then you be actin' hideous In the DMs askin' for nudes b*t*h, you insidious Think about their parents man, they must be furious You're like H2O, if he went too delirious And like George, everybodys gettin' curious Admit to pedophilia, but still livin' luxurious On Cord, sending pictures of your peac*ck Must have the IQ of a dirt block When fans understand, they all finna flock Yeah this sh*ts a rap, but this sh*t just really rocks On Twitter, sendin' pictures of ya f**king chode Been a long two years of your pu**y ass under hush mode And now you back, tryna film a new episode But we on yo sh*t we really put you in survival mode Thought you could just let it sit but this ain't a wine Should be talkin to the feds, not a helpline Waiting for the crowd to pass but it ain't a line Growin' up your channel like a plant turn that sh*t to Vine Little girls, but a lotta manipulation Said it was a vacation Then you went and fled the f**king nation But like Thomas, we goin' to pull up to your motha f**kin' station You may flee the feds, but you ain't going to escape annihilation b*t*h and now I'm runnin' out of patience While you runnin' placin blocks switching names and jumping basements Exposed in this heat now you is a raisin Ignite my f**king thoughts then these bars gon' start blazin On the socials, getting clowned by Keemstar Got the fans bending over like they Avatar Keep on tryna' run, but you ain't gettin' far Feelin' so golden right now I ain't even talking Scar I'm tired of this sh*t I don't want to hear your sorry I'll be happy when yo ass in prison rooming with Armani You was makin' bread in jail you going to be makin' mayo Send yo b*t*h ass back to Ireland go f**k a lil potato
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