Tay Roc vs. Danny Myers URLtv (Ft. Danny Myers & Tay Roc)

[Round 1: Tay Roc]
Lately, I'm the one that these fans wanna doubt
You in the way; you shoulda just let this man run his route
Dan wanted clout
Hands comin' out
Boy, I will punch the last bitta teeth outcha grandmother mouth
Punk-ass pussy! Niggas pay you at a low number
Prolly 'cause you dress like you rap... no wonder
You talk like you so gutter
You a whole sucker
I'll make you spit in ya hand and slap ya own mother
Whole summer
Black handle but the slide release chrome color
Surf, he into Cuban chokers; I like throat-cutters
I will smack ya bitch wit' a pistol; her dome rupture
Put her face in front of a mag; she won't make a Voguе cover
This is not a dream
What you, some kinda fiеnd?
When God made you, he needed a beard, some freckles, and a lima bean
I make a violent scene
Demonic as Constantine
Ya momma scream
I make Myers head bust through a wall like Halloween
Whoever gettin' involved gon' be sippin' through straws
Fuck around, y'all gon see D (CD) on a shirt—nah, not Christian Dior
This nigga's a fraud
You pissin' me off
I ain't religious; I was just raised to take my problems and give it to God
We wouldn't take you on a mission at all
You give me Tre-from-Boyz-N-the-Hood vibes: you wouldn't get in the car
I got a devilish two-step and I cha-cha with this chopper; we just tryna see if Dan's in (Dancing) With The Stars
You got the simplest bars
Ya shit isn't hard
Nigga, I could've said, "Nah."
And you wouldn'ta even been on the card
Gun Bar King! I don't know Bar God
Matter fact, you ever been hit by a crowbar, Go—?
Close y'all eyes
I promise, if you don't keep it rap, fam'
I will open-hand/back-hand slap Dan
Gat sprayin'
Then I dumps da metal in a trash can
I could bring ya ghost out on the stage from what I pack, ma—
Speakina Pac-Man, we brought chopper rounds
You let Rex take twelve K? It would've been ghosts everywhere if we had to chase a Dot around
I'll leave ya head wrapped like an Afghan and you hospitalized
You prolly hear them words, "Head wrap." and feel sick (Sikh) inside
That head wrap symbolize all them rounds you couldn't memorize
Eazy-E ain't the only nigga from the West that got Real sick (Sikh) and died
If we got action, I'm not rappin'
Glocks clappin'
That tranny angle fake, played out, and did not happen
You think it's a joke; I'm not laughin'
It's in the game and you can die over that like John Madden
I will slide past him
My mask only show the eyes
I hop out the van, plottin' on Dan; Cobra Kai
Picture this cornball in a Rolls Royce; I'll be so surprised
Then I'd leave Danny Phantom shot up wit' a ghost inside
Flowers on his grave; he'll be lyin' in a hearse
If a problem arose (a rose) on the thirtieth, you'll be dyin' on the first
I put two on ya, have 'em cryin' in the church
Show up to the funeral like, "Shut up! Fuck Dan! D lyin' (dandelion) in the dirt!"
I'll squeeze the butt of this seventeen; shit barely is legal
We like when we see the funeral home buryin' people
This man really evil
I carry an Eagle
This bird cold as The Penguin and you dead if you ain't Danny DeVito
Dan is finito!
Go 'head, rap 'bout how I'm not the best
Scream, "Yikes!" until ya veins poppin' out ya neck
'Cause for this, I told Beas, "I want a thirty thousand dollar check."
Yeah! You ten years older than me and you get paid twenty-five thousand dollars less
I am not impressed
Tell Dan, "Settle this shit" or it's banana clips
Ya damn melon get hit
This Glock is handheld wit' a switch
He ran, fell, and he tripped
All that bass in ya voice; I bet this make Dan yell (Danielle) like a bitch
Don't think you safe just 'cause Geechi and 'em here
I will smack Daniel
Nitty can't save you
In fronta Rum, I'll hop out that 'burban (bourban) and Jack Daniel
Crack Daniel with the black handle
Dead this nigga
Make him bite the curb; use my Jordans to behead this nigga
I will stomp till it split; make ya shit look like a Pez dispenser
I will wreck this nigga
You know what I don't like 'bout ya raps, pussy? The parallel part
Two twin Eagles wit' a parallel arc
We'll pull up on his block; fuck the parallel talk
"Surf, get him! Eazy, watch him! Chess, parallel park!"
You be rappin' 'bout a parallel universe; don't even got a car to parallel park
Youse a pussy nigga! Rap, nigga! Light bars