[Round 1: Danny Myers]
I stand over you while you sleepin’, I'll brought the flame to kill him
They got a bag over Jerry (Jheri) head, and he still ‘bout to stain the pillow
Peel him, fo’ five or blade, which one’ll hurt him worse?
Smack said I get paid on Halloween...I just had to get a 30 first (31st)
Dirty work, gettin' to choppin him up,' 'til his limbs smell
Blade across his stomach, takin' out his entrails
Tie a rope to his kid then bucket, but if-
I allow myself to sink that low how could it end well?
I'm on the screen ruthless, I'm the Michael Myers theme music
Ya face is distorted, that last line had a Ring to it
Wait "well", "screen", I can put that in a better phrase
If y'all didn't catch that on tapе, you gon' die in seven days
Wеapon raised, to reach for yo' gun, you'd be a man of error
Bitch, I got a leg up with this chopper like Planet Terror
I'm in a tan Carerra, lookin' for his driveway to pull into
I'm Joe Montana, Jerry the nigga to throw the bullet to
Look at you, ya bars cool, but not so specific
They see the pressure after these punches like Drago's equipment
Lock on a nigga, shit get dark after a light discrepancy
We gone 2% tint a nigga's life expectancy
Precise with weaponry
I'll slice a sesame seed with the knife that's next to me
This is Tyson's pedigree, hit harder than most of you dreamers
We’ll kill one of yo' niggas hopin’ you seen us
I’m from a hood where young niggas approach you with Ninas
And hoes mastered the blade like Ghost Of Tsushima
I'm too cold!
I got no fear to hide
I’ll stuff a fellow rapper in a casket, there’s a double meaning when I say, "peer inside"
Hear him cry, "where’s Lux?"
How he get this battle? Sheer luck
Now I’m revising my vision cause everybody in my tier ducked (tear duct)
It’s clear cut, I’m firin’ led
Ask Mike Pence, even when niggas runnin' somethin' fly in they head
You drove all them fancy cars?
Frontin’ like them block was movin’
I’ve concluded, you don’t own a Rolls, you the Phantom Of The Opportunist
Your façade is ruined, I don’t know what Smack promised you
Don’t book me unless you want the kid dead, I’m the Babadook
Llama shoot and you on the ground with this shit
This dumb ass nigga got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
I stand over you while you sleepin’, I'll brought the flame to kill him
They got a bag over Jerry (Jheri) head, and he still ‘bout to stain the pillow
Peel him, fo’ five or blade, which one’ll hurt him worse?
Smack said I get paid on Halloween...I just had to get a 30 first (31st)
Dirty work, gettin' to choppin him up,' 'til his limbs smell
Blade across his stomach, takin' out his entrails
Tie a rope to his kid then bucket, but if-
I allow myself to sink that low how could it end well?
I'm on the screen ruthless, I'm the Michael Myers theme music
Ya face is distorted, that last line had a Ring to it
Wait "well", "screen", I can put that in a better phrase
If y'all didn't catch that on tapе, you gon' die in seven days
Wеapon raised, to reach for yo' gun, you'd be a man of error
Bitch, I got a leg up with this chopper like Planet Terror
I'm in a tan Carerra, lookin' for his driveway to pull into
I'm Joe Montana, Jerry the nigga to throw the bullet to
Look at you, ya bars cool, but not so specific
They see the pressure after these punches like Drago's equipment
Lock on a nigga, shit get dark after a light discrepancy
We gone 2% tint a nigga's life expectancy
Precise with weaponry
I'll slice a sesame seed with the knife that's next to me
This is Tyson's pedigree, hit harder than most of you dreamers
We’ll kill one of yo' niggas hopin’ you seen us
I’m from a hood where young niggas approach you with Ninas
And hoes mastered the blade like Ghost Of Tsushima
I'm too cold!
I got no fear to hide
I’ll stuff a fellow rapper in a casket, there’s a double meaning when I say, "peer inside"
Hear him cry, "where’s Lux?"
How he get this battle? Sheer luck
Now I’m revising my vision cause everybody in my tier ducked (tear duct)
It’s clear cut, I’m firin’ led
Ask Mike Pence, even when niggas runnin' somethin' fly in they head
You drove all them fancy cars?
Frontin’ like them block was movin’
I’ve concluded, you don’t own a Rolls, you the Phantom Of The Opportunist
Your façade is ruined, I don’t know what Smack promised you
Don’t book me unless you want the kid dead, I’m the Babadook
Llama shoot and you on the ground with this shit
This dumb ass nigga got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
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