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Ricegum vs quagmire lyrics
{quagmire}:
Ooh, giggity giggity
I keep it so smooth, hippity hippity
I go and make a move, get digitty digitties
Then swim in girl’s boobs, tittity tittities
Now, i know you’re bout the clicks
But if you wanna click with cliques of chicks then listen to quaggy
I know you wanna flex your number of hits
But if you want their number don’t hit their damn phone like gabbie
Now let’s talk about abby, awooooooga, rao man, must be bad losing that ass
But face it, she got up and ghosted you so bad it’s like she wrote your last track
My god dude, it must hurt, surpasses your friends but still spit bars worse
How you gonna beef with tanner fox then get all your verses from diss god church
See ya go down with cs:go hoopla
Telling kids “no biggie” then you give them the lootbox
Idubbbz’s last expose gave you no legs to walk on
Locking ya up was content cop’s joe swansong
I know you say you’re an mc, but stay far out my lane with your mercedes benz
Or dawg, i’m gonna have to tell peter that brian crashed and burned once again
{ricegum}:
I be living in the hills cause i changed the game
Idubbbz came in for the kill, didn’t faze my bank
Wipe my ass with hunnid bills giving ain’t my play
But you homieless so chill imma make it rain
When it comes to dope bars son i’m cold hearted
Just scored a hunnid thousand plays on my new song
You were on soap opera? well don’t drop it
Get your zombie looking ass on a train back to busan
Ain’t no ballsack chin finna test me
From family guy but i don’t give a f, g
How you getting laid bruh? your fashion style hurts
Stop deflowering coffins and deflower that shirt
On adult swim you smash karens
Daadult swims in mad karats
I see through you your cap’s glarin
Like yo daddy you trans parent
Call you fecalman cause your so full of shit bruh
How’d you sleep with marge and still be the biggest simp, son
Could touch my feats if i was met restin
I’d fuck your mom but i don’t want your sloppy seconds
I’m a ill-ass dude that you don’t wanna toy with
Please don’t cut away your gag, your voice is so damn annoying
Face it roofie the rap dude you couldn’t get bitches to sit on your face if you turned to a toilet
{quagmire}:
Maybe get opinions other than mr. dollar in the woods’ notes
I know your praying to ksi to praise your rhymes asking “did it feel hood tho?”
But i’ll give you props for not stretching that god awful verse for some mid-roll ads
But two songs into your album i’m here to report that five minutes or less was indeed that bad
Flex your rolex, i roll with your exes
Got disses charged harder than my role as an ensign
A year with no videos your bubblegums burst
When it’s chicks with your eggroll you always come first
Yeah you spit it cold, take some tylenol dickless
And i love asians but ************
So i’ll ditch this match like the clickbait challenge
Making you the second le kid i’ve abandoned
{ricegum}:
I got enough subs your feral qua-hog
You were your first girl’s bottom that’s a cheryl on top
Only one arm you can flex cause you’re hooked onto screens, bruh
So go and beat off, bitch i’ll turn this frickin beat off
{quagmire}:
What?
{ricegum (no beat}:
Ay! you’re a stalker glenn, you think about me every night
I know this dude’s straight but he might as well be gay cause you’re obsessed with rice
Quagmire
You said you spat fire? well you’re a bad liar
You run like a nascar driver with a flat tire
You probably turn into a sad crier when you run out of ass wipers
Like for real, bro i can’t believe this
You couldn’t walk on my flows if you were jesus
Your girl could be thicc, if she is a deep-dish pizza that was delish
You a nerdy cracker like some cheez-its
Why you tryna pick up chicks? your shitty drip looking like a skinny dipping crimson chin with a little dick
You’re a frickin mix of steve smith and creep switch
Thinking you fire like a griffin but your flows ain’t “nice, peter”
Got divorced two times like some frickin wife beater
I took your first girl i might eat her, sike!
She’s a 3/10 in the botm, bed of the month metric you dunce
Stop handing out drugs and masturbating
Hanging with mila kunis, but i’ve seen better megs from jason statham
The other day i watched a family guy funny moments compilation
And only laughed at the parts where this white ass kid thought he was cool playin a dude name jeff like he was channing tatum
Tryna be a ninja, you’re no tyler blevins
Weird al-qaeda, i bet you profiteered off 9/11
But i also wouldn’t be surprised if that was the age range you tried to get with
And it’s also the number i’m calling to say, “yeah! i’m next to this freaky pedo guy, arrest him!”
Since you like being a stupid little fucking bitch so much why don’t you do us all a favor and die right this second
{quagmire}:
Woah woah woah chill chill chill for just a second
(gets ran over) ahh!
Ricegum:
Irreverent!
{quagmire}:
Ooh, giggity giggity
I keep it so smooth, hippity hippity
I go and make a move, get digitty digitties
Then swim in girl’s boobs, tittity tittities
Now, i know you’re bout the clicks
But if you wanna click with cliques of chicks then listen to quaggy
I know you wanna flex your number of hits
But if you want their number don’t hit their damn phone like gabbie
Now let’s talk about abby, awooooooga, rao man, must be bad losing that ass
But face it, she got up and ghosted you so bad it’s like she wrote your last track
My god dude, it must hurt, surpasses your friends but still spit bars worse
How you gonna beef with tanner fox then get all your verses from diss god church
See ya go down with cs:go hoopla
Telling kids “no biggie” then you give them the lootbox
Idubbbz’s last expose gave you no legs to walk on
Locking ya up was content cop’s joe swansong
I know you say you’re an mc, but stay far out my lane with your mercedes benz
Or dawg, i’m gonna have to tell peter that brian crashed and burned once again
{ricegum}:
I be living in the hills cause i changed the game
Idubbbz came in for the kill, didn’t faze my bank
Wipe my ass with hunnid bills giving ain’t my play
But you homieless so chill imma make it rain
When it comes to dope bars son i’m cold hearted
Just scored a hunnid thousand plays on my new song
You were on soap opera? well don’t drop it
Get your zombie looking ass on a train back to busan
Ain’t no ballsack chin finna test me
From family guy but i don’t give a f, g
How you getting laid bruh? your fashion style hurts
Stop deflowering coffins and deflower that shirt
On adult swim you smash karens
Daadult swims in mad karats
I see through you your cap’s glarin
Like yo daddy you trans parent
Call you fecalman cause your so full of shit bruh
How’d you sleep with marge and still be the biggest simp, son
Could touch my feats if i was met restin
I’d fuck your mom but i don’t want your sloppy seconds
I’m a ill-ass dude that you don’t wanna toy with
Please don’t cut away your gag, your voice is so damn annoying
Face it roofie the rap dude you couldn’t get bitches to sit on your face if you turned to a toilet
{quagmire}:
Maybe get opinions other than mr. dollar in the woods’ notes
I know your praying to ksi to praise your rhymes asking “did it feel hood tho?”
But i’ll give you props for not stretching that god awful verse for some mid-roll ads
But two songs into your album i’m here to report that five minutes or less was indeed that bad
Flex your rolex, i roll with your exes
Got disses charged harder than my role as an ensign
A year with no videos your bubblegums burst
When it’s chicks with your eggroll you always come first
Yeah you spit it cold, take some tylenol dickless
And i love asians but ************
So i’ll ditch this match like the clickbait challenge
Making you the second le kid i’ve abandoned
{ricegum}:
I got enough subs your feral qua-hog
You were your first girl’s bottom that’s a cheryl on top
Only one arm you can flex cause you’re hooked onto screens, bruh
So go and beat off, bitch i’ll turn this frickin beat off
{quagmire}:
What?
{ricegum (no beat}:
Ay! you’re a stalker glenn, you think about me every night
I know this dude’s straight but he might as well be gay cause you’re obsessed with rice
Quagmire
You said you spat fire? well you’re a bad liar
You run like a nascar driver with a flat tire
You probably turn into a sad crier when you run out of ass wipers
Like for real, bro i can’t believe this
You couldn’t walk on my flows if you were jesus
Your girl could be thicc, if she is a deep-dish pizza that was delish
You a nerdy cracker like some cheez-its
Why you tryna pick up chicks? your shitty drip looking like a skinny dipping crimson chin with a little dick
You’re a frickin mix of steve smith and creep switch
Thinking you fire like a griffin but your flows ain’t “nice, peter”
Got divorced two times like some frickin wife beater
I took your first girl i might eat her, sike!
She’s a 3/10 in the botm, bed of the month metric you dunce
Stop handing out drugs and masturbating
Hanging with mila kunis, but i’ve seen better megs from jason statham
The other day i watched a family guy funny moments compilation
And only laughed at the parts where this white ass kid thought he was cool playin a dude name jeff like he was channing tatum
Tryna be a ninja, you’re no tyler blevins
Weird al-qaeda, i bet you profiteered off 9/11
But i also wouldn’t be surprised if that was the age range you tried to get with
And it’s also the number i’m calling to say, “yeah! i’m next to this freaky pedo guy, arrest him!”
Since you like being a stupid little fucking bitch so much why don’t you do us all a favor and die right this second
{quagmire}:
Woah woah woah chill chill chill for just a second
(gets ran over) ahh!
Ricegum:
Irreverent!
