[Round 1: Danny Myers]
He likes to break down his opponents
I brought a pistol for them witty angles
Listen Marquis, this gone be the first time a .50 claims you
He expectin' a bunch of "home" flips, nah, I'ma show you what this pen about
Why would I flip Homes, when there's a L in "Homes" (holmes) like In The House?
I got a leg up on you nigga, I know what you got planned
Thinkin' painting me a certain way gon' work, but it's not fam'
He pulled his Glock, ran, tried to shoot me, but the shot jammed
Now he's face down in the river, blocking the water...God dam (damn)
He says he's bipolar, depressed, he been cryin' for a while
All he did was take them breakdowns and apply it to his style
You ain't seen violence in a while, well bitch, now the beef on
If you who the K see (KC) when we run in (running) back you gone need a Priest, Holmes
You told Saga, "you what Jesus looked like" when you was airin' ‘em
Well BOW!
Now give us a side by side comparison
Here's a Revelation, you face to face with a god tryna start war
This the Apocalypse, and fam' in (famine) the position of the dark horse
I could teach a bar course
He thought he was gone flex in the end
'til the one with the red beard found God like Malcolm X in the pen'
I was destined to win, this battle is gone get ‘em fame
Cause just like Malcolm X, I refuse to take these Little names
Pistol aim, fuck fightin', I'll pop his squad
They said my arms were too short to box with God
I've been ostracized, you won't beat me nigga
How the fuck you on Caffeine and always look sleepy nigga?
Half the day, I'm getting money on yo' block when I enter yo' section
The other half, me and yo' bitch made a video session
Day to night, hustlin', and plenty throat stretchin'
Basically, I disrespect niggas; 24/7
This ain't just any ol' lesson
WHAT?
BAR GOD!
This ain't just any ol' lesson, lose to my student? Like Dan's havin' it
Bitch, I got my pupil in my palms like Pan's Labyrinth
He in the hospital, hooked up on lines (on-line) when the gauge hit
His family pulls the plug before he die, that's a "Rage Quit"
You lil’ beige bitch, you been workin' on ya image, that's beautiful
So I figured, puttin' you in permanent tux is suitable
Here's what I'll do to you
Cut you in pieces, then put you in bags for that odd nonsense
Then spread Holmzie all over his apartments, that's a God Complex
This is my contest
He on the ground with this shit
Give me my motherfuckin' money so I can start countin' that shit
Yikes!
He likes to break down his opponents
I brought a pistol for them witty angles
Listen Marquis, this gone be the first time a .50 claims you
He expectin' a bunch of "home" flips, nah, I'ma show you what this pen about
Why would I flip Homes, when there's a L in "Homes" (holmes) like In The House?
I got a leg up on you nigga, I know what you got planned
Thinkin' painting me a certain way gon' work, but it's not fam'
He pulled his Glock, ran, tried to shoot me, but the shot jammed
Now he's face down in the river, blocking the water...God dam (damn)
He says he's bipolar, depressed, he been cryin' for a while
All he did was take them breakdowns and apply it to his style
You ain't seen violence in a while, well bitch, now the beef on
If you who the K see (KC) when we run in (running) back you gone need a Priest, Holmes
You told Saga, "you what Jesus looked like" when you was airin' ‘em
Well BOW!
Now give us a side by side comparison
Here's a Revelation, you face to face with a god tryna start war
This the Apocalypse, and fam' in (famine) the position of the dark horse
I could teach a bar course
He thought he was gone flex in the end
'til the one with the red beard found God like Malcolm X in the pen'
I was destined to win, this battle is gone get ‘em fame
Cause just like Malcolm X, I refuse to take these Little names
Pistol aim, fuck fightin', I'll pop his squad
They said my arms were too short to box with God
I've been ostracized, you won't beat me nigga
How the fuck you on Caffeine and always look sleepy nigga?
Half the day, I'm getting money on yo' block when I enter yo' section
The other half, me and yo' bitch made a video session
Day to night, hustlin', and plenty throat stretchin'
Basically, I disrespect niggas; 24/7
This ain't just any ol' lesson
WHAT?
BAR GOD!
This ain't just any ol' lesson, lose to my student? Like Dan's havin' it
Bitch, I got my pupil in my palms like Pan's Labyrinth
He in the hospital, hooked up on lines (on-line) when the gauge hit
His family pulls the plug before he die, that's a "Rage Quit"
You lil’ beige bitch, you been workin' on ya image, that's beautiful
So I figured, puttin' you in permanent tux is suitable
Here's what I'll do to you
Cut you in pieces, then put you in bags for that odd nonsense
Then spread Holmzie all over his apartments, that's a God Complex
This is my contest
He on the ground with this shit
Give me my motherfuckin' money so I can start countin' that shit
Yikes!
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