Letra de ' Dear Mom ' de Morgz

Yo, I ain't a rapper
But mum, you made me do this
I don't know what Jill's cooking up in there
But I know it's not better than me

3 years ago I made a disstrack on Mum
Was only joking, was just for fun
But I'm not holding back no more
Gonna shoot you down, like a gun gun shots
56 years old, but you look 80 (oh)
You're not cool, you're an old lady
You're weak and your muscles are achy
Maybe try electrotherapy
Got no money in your pocket
Your face makes me wanna vomit (ew)

Call yourself big Jill the rapper
The only bars you've got is chocolate
O-Old lady, thinks she can battle me
Without glasses, can't even see
This vid is your funeral
And I've got a front row seat
Your bars are weak like Styrofoam
You don't even know how to use a phone

You need to put down the mic
And head to the retirement home
I made your channel, you know it's true (true)
I'm the only reason that you grew (grew)
But after this your channel's done
And I'll take all the revenue
Age 15, I was richer

Now check the bank, 7 figure
You grow quick, I go quicker
You're the student, I'm the teacher
I'm the one pulling the trigger gun cock
Don't say Morgz, call me Mr
You asked for this, don't be bitter
In this battle, I'm the victor

Well guys
I think it's clear what Morgan's doing
He's not only doing a rap he's doing a disstrack on me!
And this time it sounds like he is not holding back

What's that? You thought I was done?
Dissing you is too much fun
After this I'll call you Jill
Cause you'll no longer be my mum
Shut up, saying that you're the queen
So fat, broke the weight machine
And your face is so monstrous
Don't need a mask on Halloween scream
Your vids are a crime (oh)
You can't even rhyme (oh)
I made your channel
I can kill it any time (oh)
To me you're an afterthought
My bars are fire, baking hot!
Here's something that you forgot
You're living in the house that I bought!

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I've been Morgz, you've been awesome
Peace out