Just a Copy Lyrics – Lil Byte
Singer: Lil Byte
Title: Just a Copy
To tom macdonald, the copycat
Cause this p#ss# tries to be, everything i bespeak
But like a dying tree, he leaves off that we’re not alike
Not in the slightest. see, when you’re looking down
You gotta try some e!
When i’m looking down i got as high as i can be
Just like the crow must holmes
Won to many face-downs. though for you it’s chromosomes
One to many face “down”. cause your a..
This b#tch is counterfit, every ounce of him is just a (copy)
I’m about to rip a (copy)
A lazy sh#t #ss (copy)
This b#tch is counterfit every ounce of him is just a (copy)
I’m about to rip a (copy)
A lazy sh#t #ss (copy)
You better stay still like a photo (copy)
I wanna punch him in the mouth
But to knock his block off is a curve ball
This ostentatious dirt pawn got a hard on for my first songs
Is he pompous cause this jerk’s off?
No, it’s palm pus cause he jerks off
To his conducts, cause the worm thought
He was marshall so was turned on
Went to gargle all the sperm drawn, so to swat tom is the worst call
Less you want c#m all on your arms.. i’d rather park on to his first born
But pop knows you love birds called for abortion
Makes sense cause in order for tom to talk to a god
A sacrifice of the halfwit type aught to be served boy
Got my arms up, brought the turmoil
As the bombs drop, when these birds show
So it’s f#ck tom and his girl nova, just know i..
I chop chumps with guns
Who prop’m but never got shot or shot guns
A shotgun shot gonna shock’m. no ptsd nonsense
I get him to cheer. cause i shall shock him
Got this cocksucker so vividly scared of a cocked gun
He would hop, run from a video shoot
But if bars could box punk, it be irony
Cause i would lean and tower over you
While knowing you are the one who gets clocked son
b#tch know that if you claim you’re like me, it’s a colossal insult
But to claim you “like” me is the stockholm syndrome
He wants to get beat by me so bad, i should have him pay the cost of a hundred grand
Ha ha ha
I got a question. are those tats clickbait or what?
I’ll be honest, you look like a tramp who’s face desolved
Degradation laws explain it all, your dna is flawed
You’re just a copy of hopsin, who got poppin’ copying me
An imitation fault, a copy that copied a copy, thats why you’re generation loss
You stay banal. without me your brain will pause
Just picture nova if you want to generate a thot
To you i may be ancient, but make no mistake your babe would take my balls
Be playful then place’m all, where they lay along her tonsils
Lubricate them and make’m soft even if they just are
A bit rugged, man. with shady age is tossed away like medieval times
And she’ll pray for more. but tom reminds me of facebook fraud
Cause he wants to be young, so bad he would date a minor
That plays with dolls like the third wife of a certain prophet..
I’m way off topic. so i shut up, you copy and paste my songs
Take “my darling” and your “best rapper ever”
It’s blatant plagiarism you play
Hey, the day has dawned, when he breaks apart like stevie knight does with the wordplay i launch
To set ablaze, the fake and make them bathe in flames
The way napalm incinerates and lay waste
Cremating tom which may explain, why tom remains to be nobody
So nobody famous or great got maimed or harmed
And don’t think i don’t know about those sales you bought
Even though those numbers are pretty much the same as naught
My cheeks red like tomato sauce or is it tomato
Which at the core is my motto, f#ck that, here’s a hook that’ll break your jaw
Now, that, i call a knock off
But like a band aid to rip off me, will be painful dawg
But this sad #ss b#tch must be a masochist, cause
There he goes again, with the chainsaw spun and the mask of jason on
Shit, i hope you take it all in, cause i’m about to tell you what your fame has brought
It’s amazing and way beyond, your imagination dawg. here it is..
Hello? yes can i take your order?
Yeah, can i have a big mac and an orange soda
But leave out the small fry, cause i already ate the one
We’re not the same, you punk. i let my car tell that we (what?) are ways apart
Cause i could be felix garcia, chained and cuffed, and you still could not get ahead of me
Not even if the same restaurant chain saw me, and your name and gave you funds
You’re like those clones of me, at the vma’s because, all tom will do is dye and be a nameless blonde
Tommy, i remember back when, i wasn’t being compared
To freaks that be so impaired, in the brain but f#ck you too
I don’t discriminate whether they disabled or gay
Been this way since i came on the scene. i seemed to penetrate with pent up rage
My pen is game and intents to rape, and send him straight to hell, his grave is 6 feet deep
I’ll go so ham on this thief, islam will then need to ban and relief
Him of his hands and his feet, and that is the reason he has to be amid the least
Turn him in. this man overheats cause word has been his fans, all it be, conservative b#tch #ssh#l#s
Only after this hits he’ll be like the new macbook release, (tell’m) fanless
So tom’s whole gang is him and that nova please..
One look and i’ll have his gal low on me
While this stan joke would need a damn rope to squeeze, his neck, choke and see
It hang over the lamppost i keep, my hand on to lean and stand tall as she will gag on my meat
That’s how you hang over gang. so revel indeed, cause that’ll be the only time he in a spotlight as he dangles in peace
Jeez. it’s like i handled the wheels of fred flintstone, cause it’s set in stone, that this b#tch got ran-over clean
I will snap in this queen like i’m thanos and see.. another one bites the dust
f#ck, i mean i heard that song “dear slim” and you’ve finally done it, g
I now regret that i ever blew up, shining so publicly!
Cause you said you would have committed suicide if it wasn’t for me!
Now we’re stuck with just another..
This b#tch is counterfit, every ounce of him is just a.. (copy)
I’m about to rip a.. (copy)
A lazy sh#t #ss (copy)
This b#tch is counterfit, every ounce of him is just a.. (copy)
I’m about to rip a.. (copy)
A lazy sh#t ass.. (copy)
You better stay still like a photo (copy)
Tommy, i remember back when, i wasn’t being compared
To freaks that be so impaired, in the brain but f#ck you too
I don’t discriminate whether they disabled or gay
Been this way since i came on the scene. i seemed to penetrate with pent up rage
My pen is game and intents to rape, and send him straight to hell, his grave is 6 feet deep
Put your back into it nova. you don’t want your boyfriend exposed, do you?
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