paroles de chanson The Sting - Charlo

I'm a grown ass man
Straight from the north
Coming at your shit
You filthy big dork
You got me
I'll bite
You should lock the door
But your sound was weak
And your flow was poor
I don't even have to tell you that you so stopped
Or your songs are average and the viewcount drops
You do a bunch of cover to cover up you suck
Close your account your leadership and shut your-self up
I get it
You need it
But this needs to stop eh
I'll be more in danger
Against it
Baseball mit
Admit it
You lost it
Just quit it
You lost it
You came it
Wasn't it
Good credence
You deep shit
I don't even have to put up a good fight
You sound lack
You about to die on the mic
You diss track was wack
You need to stop you quack
I'm the funeral of the ship we are not alike.

I don't know what you're doing
Looks like you are queuing
To become the next ruin
To fall down under my sting

I don't know what you're doing
Looks like you are queuing
To become the next ruin
To fall down under my sting

Hold it up
Got some more to say
You should be scared
You are in the middle of your due's day
Superman and Hellboy is too far away
Anyway you heard your rap you almost die midway
Boi-boi-boi I know you said tho
Sounds like I'm battleing a cheaper version of Kratos

You pre-suppose you won
But the way it goes
You be out-of-work
Sorry to disclose

You shit is pathetic
It doesn't fell catastrophic
You little prick
I'm bout to die
And still my flow is sick
You said it was a mistake and you have what it takes
And I'll salute your courage that they put you in your grave

And your name it should be spitting fire
But I'm only up cuz I caught a fever
Be gentle and do us a favor
Close your mouth fucking dirty bastard