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ZipPaOz Ended 2 by Locusts

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ZipPaOz Ended 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

0:002:00
Lyrics
Description
[Intro]
Yo… haha, oh we doin’ this?
Slim Shady back in the basement, spittin’ straight hatred,
ZipPaOz think he dangerous? Bitch, you barely famous.
This gon’ hurt.
[Verse 1]
ZipPa-who? Man, your name sound like Wi-Fi,
Bufferin’ your raps, every bar just a drive-by.
You a typo in the culture, misprint in the script,
Talkin’ like you real street, but you never been equipped.
I’m the misfit, spit sick, battle mode ballistic,
You artificial as lips on a chick that’s lipstick.
You claimin’ credibility, streets don’t even know ya,
You softer than Benzino cryin’ on The Source sofa.
Say you run the block? Homie, please, stop pretendin’,
Your whole career a blooper reel — consider it ended.
I’m the young Shady, crazy, razorblade tongue,
Your verses ain’t fire — they evaporate, son.
[Hook]
ZipPaOz ended, career apprehended,
Talk tough online, in the flesh you just blended.
You don’t want war with a Shady ascended,
Mic in my palm? That’s a death sentence.
[Verse 2]
Listen, Zip — your raps weaker than your posture,
I’m a foster child to the mic, made it my monster.
You the type to drop a diss then delete the track,
Scared the feedback gon’ expose every weak-ass fact.
I’m a venom-spitter, cynic with a permanent grin,
You a knockoff of a knockoff — generic as sin.
Matter fact, put your name in chalk, we outline frauds,
I eat careers whole, you just an appetizer, dawg.
I battled demons in the basement, turned trauma to gold,
You just beggin’ for attention, tryna copy my mold.
ZipPaOz, your “legacy” won’t even last a tweet,
You a footnote in my story, gettin’ shredded to beats.
[Hook]
ZipPaOz ended, career apprehended,
Talk tough online, in the flesh you just blended.
You don’t want war with a Shady ascended,
Mic in my palm? That’s a death sentence.
[Outro]
Yeah, it’s over, homie.
You ain’t on my level, never was, never will be.
Go ahead, keep typin’ my name, it feeds me…
But remember this track every time you breathe, G.
Shady. Out.
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