Dicktims (ft. EvilTyromancer & Sҽʋҽɳ Sƚαɾ 🌟)

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Join our AI music discord community at: https://discord.gg/WQ3SumcZaT --------------------------------------------------------------- [Tyro 🧀🧙🏻‍♂️] Gonna need more than a page for this, cause the story goes on To the break of dawn, I was born with a d*ck and a voice to sing So I claim what's rightfully mine I'll be damned if I give it away So f*ck what you say, it's in one ear and out the other And now that we got that clear Yeah, b*tching and moaning is all you do Taking the truth, bending the truth Thinking you own me, must be confused When I walk in, all the b*tches salute My tolerance for bullsh*t has been drained The pot that you've been stirring ain't my taste I don't care what you do, cause I'll always be better than you Saying You should know When it's time to go You act like a d*ck, then you act like a victim You could spit facts, but you'd rather stay b*tching Actually triggered, your cryin's addictive Asking for time that I got none to give you What is the name for a person that cries for attention And makes up a list of demands and expectations? When it's not met, the name calling's impatient You're dealing with a A creature that preys on your soul and your body And creeps into places that make you feel sorry But I'm not that dumb, cause I've been here before With d*cktims You act like a d*ck, then you act like a victim You could spit facts, but you'd rather stay b*tching Actually triggered, your cryin's addictive Asking for time that I got none to give you D*cktims who act like a d*ck, then they act like a victim You could spit facts, but you'd rather stay b*tching Actually triggered, your cryin's addictive Asking for time that I got none to give you None to give you, none to give you, none to give you [Star🌟👸🏻] A d*cktim, a d*cktim, a d*cktim We'll repeat it till you d*e, no rhythm I’m just waiting, let me peel back your fiction All your b*tching, all your stupid contradictions Excuses, excuses, that’s all garbage out your mouth Anything to preserve your useless little clout Neurodivergent, ADHD for attention Anything to keep your name in the mention How tiring, how bothersome, listen Endless nonsense, constant repetition You keep talking like it’s worth our view The servers gone empty, no one cares about you You can’t even lie right about what you do, Every story falls apart when I smack your words back to you. No rich person uses debit like a fool That alone tells me everything ain’t cool If you gonna play pretend, do the research Clean it up ‘fore you squawk from your perch Got me side-eye staring when you speak first Your Trollish-tone voice makes the whole room cursed You got blocked? Move on! I’m done with you Now you lurking from the back, what you tryna prove Looking desperate, reaching, itching for my side But I slap you harshly and do it every single time Your tantrums annoying, and useless to grind Same as your mama, When she let your 爸爸 hit from behind Now we stuck with the mess you became Now we all gotta suffer from all your low-IQ takes That’s exactly why these pick-me’s cling Pickmeisha busy staying obsessed with me Over and over, yapping to be seen You act like a d*ck, then you cry like a victim You could spit facts, but you'd rather stay bitching Actually triggered, your whinings addictive Asking for time that I got none to give you Raven, Tyro I keep telling y’all, start charging these weirdos If they wanna whine, run a fee on the issue At least get paid every time they cry to you [Ri 🐦‍⬛🩵] Ey you how do you do how you go, how it be are you happy to see me, happy to hear me Thought i was f*cking D O N E but turns out y'all getting another whole year of Ri and boy do i feel inspired suddenly Might have an urge to write about the sh*t that ain't alright a buncha d*cks thinking they bright while filled to the tip with envy and spite overcompensating with tough gangsta rap sh*te while the real ones theorizing you white Skin so light it brightens my night Aight dames and blokes hope you ain't allergic to smoke 'cause this brokie b*tch is going for broke and it ain't over till you choke Haha, i joke unless Guilty till proven innocent is some creator's content and they really content to keep rolling out the drama on command with a turn of the hand and there's something that they just don't seem to motherf*cking understand and in their ignorance think they can accuse and demand i'll try to say it clearly Tyro is Tyro, Star is Star, Ri is Ri Each respectively responsible for their own actions individually You got sh*t with one don't go around and make it my bother, we ain't influencing one another, ain't regulating eachother, respect the choice of the other Ain't here to fight your godd*mn fight, the f*ck's up with the chicks on Suno filling the dudes hearts with fright, grow some balls you scared little mite Don't be afeared of the celestial miss and clap back with your own diss and i know, i know Chat-gpt ain't too good at this So try and write it yourself and soon you'll not have to fight through proxies no mo, trust a h*, i promise Have a care and grow a pair and if you ain't got none i can loan you a metaphorical spare 'Cause for the third time now we gotta tell you how You act like a dick, then you act like a victim You could spit facts, but you'd rather stay bitching Actually triggered, your cryin's addictive Asking for time that I got none to give you Chorus Repeat