Corrección Letra Drop the Mic(100%PG Explicit) par 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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