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[Intro: Razakel]
These two cock-in-mouth AIDS infested bitches wanna diss me, but only if someone else writes wicked lyrics for them. Like I said before, you're just as fake as your fucking talent and whoever told you that you had skill only wanted to ruin you. Hahaha

[Verse 1: Razakel]
Aw shit, it’s Razakel in this bitch
Stepping out from the shadows spitting that real wicked shit
Fucking up these ugly bitches thinking they true high class
They ain't nothing but disgraces with dick stuck up their asses
Classless dick-riding cock-in-mouth queens
Using Juggalos by claiming wicked shit in a hip-hop scene
I'ma hang you by your weave and knock your dyke size back in place
I ain’t that lady-like bitches I will shit on your face
Oh and Lady Morgan, Miss Sarah and Teresa
Hope you got your VD cards 'cause y'all are well known skeezers
Razakel the wicked queen, get down on your knees
So why can death be my bitch? Just like SickTanicK did to Lo Key

[Chorus: Razakel & SickTanicK]
Oh, oh (Yeah!)
We love to make the blood (yeah!) flow, flow (Oh!)
From these ugly cross-eyed green fake-haired (oh!) hoes, hoes (Yeah!)
'Cause they don't know, they don't know (Okay)
That we the wicked bitches taking (oh!) shit under control (Oh!)
Oh, oh (Yeah!)
Dead and six feet (yeah!) deep below, below (Oh!)
'Cause these stupid bitches don't know how (oh!) we roll, how we roll (Yeah!)
But now they’ll know, but now they’ll know (Okay!)
'Cause we write our own lyrics (oh!) and singing the write note (Oh!)

[Verse 2: Lyssa Cer]
No more room in Hell, I bet they’d clear a space for trash connections like you
Searing hot, get disgraced and nameless in the game are the only true things that you do
Chinese dick trap and I beat ripped pats
Time you think you're fucking hard, cum in ass on the frontline
Mean mind's got that evil shit, falling through our wicked queen bitch phase (We ain't giving no fall out)
Only reason that you claim it’s sad is 'cause it's a game in which you can't survive
Your glassless ass has a rash and burn while this pair of two sick inches rot
I should cut your shit from ear-to-ear but the underground on their fucking misery
'Cause guaranteed you keep up your no-class charade
You'll be laughed right out the industry

[Chorus: Razakel & SickTanicK]
Oh, oh (Yeah!)
We love to make the blood (yeah!) flow, flow (Oh!)
From these ugly cross-eyed green fake-haired (oh!) hoes, hoes (Yeah!)
'Cause they don't know, they don't know (Okay)
That we the wicked bitches taking (oh!) shit under control (Oh!)
Oh, oh (Yeah!)
Dead and six feet (yeah!) deep below, below (Oh!)
'Cause these stupid bitches don't know how (oh!) we roll, how we roll (Yeah!)
But now they'll know, but now they'll know (Okay!)
'Cause we write our own lyrics (oh!) and singing the write note (Oh!)

[Verse 3: Smallz One]
Hold the fuck up, something's definitely wrong
You mean to tell me these bitches are still carrying on?
I swear I've heard them before but they had a different name
Oh, that's right, the slut version of KMK
I have never heard jerk music get this out of control
By a walking ad for AIDS and a loudmouth troll
And you wonder why females are not taken seriously, 'cause sluts like this are given the mic and are allowed to spit it freely
Get at me bitches and lets flip this fucking script
Hang you at your own show by your infested droopy guts
I ain't expecting shit, in fact, fuck, these bitches made me laugh
The bottom fucking line, fuck true high-class

[Chorus: Razakel & SickTanicK]
Oh, oh (Yeah!)
We love to make the blood (yeah!) flow, flow (Oh!)
From these ugly cross-eyed green fake-haired (oh!) hoes, hoes (Yeah!)
'Cause they don't know, they don't know (Okay)
That we the wicked bitches taking (oh!) shit under control (Oh!)
Oh, oh (Yeah!)
Dead and six feet (yeah!) deep below, below (Oh!)
'Cause these stupid bitches don't know how (oh!) we roll, how we roll (Yeah!)
But now they'll know, but now they'll know (Okay!)
'Cause we write our own lyrics (oh!) and singing the write note (Oh!)
Oh, oh (Yeah!)
We love to make the blood (yeah!) flow, flow (Oh!)
From these ugly cross-eyed green fake-haired (oh!) hoes, hoes (Yeah!)
'Cause they don't know, they don't know (Okay)
That we the wicked bitches taking (oh!) shit under control (Oh!)
Oh, oh (Yeah!)
Dead and six feet (yeah!) deep below, below (Oh!)
'Cause these stupid bitches don't know how (oh!) we roll, how we roll (Yeah!)
But now they'll know, but now they'll know (Okay!)
'Cause we write our own lyrics (oh!) and singing the write note (Oh!)
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