[Round 1: Danny Myers]
49 people were killed in Chicago over a single weekend
The headline was undersold
49 people were killed in Florida...now they talkin' 'bout gun control
What are you doin' to change the conditions in yo' city?
To stop the violence and stand up to it
The government ain't send no help, residents just gotta tough through it
Chicago schools are losing funding, families are being uprooted
What's my take on it?
Bitch you still alive!? I don't think they doin' enough shootin'!
I've been raw
The very thought of this faggot makes my skin crawl
The piece (peace) will come out faster than when it's time to leave your in-laws
I don't give a fuck if you at a bus stop, ain't no tellin' where I'll take it next
You'll see me masked up on a shuttle like on Jason X
Pay respect, I done slayed the best, I cannot be seen
When I slide on you with the Black Hawk it ain't ya hockey team
Stop these schemes, you a fuckin' disgrace to folks
You a big pussy like a Mz. Gracie Facebook post
Yo' bitch got No Limit, me and my shady pals gon' fuck her
You walk in the room she gon' be posed like the Mercedes album cover
What's happenin' bitch? You'll catch a sharp hook from one of Danny hands
You just a fake killer from Chicago like Candyman
Sharp hook, Candyman? Never mind, nigga ya style gay
The toy from Chicago will kill the kid: that's Child's Play
Every bar I write with a pen is a death note
Bring that gangsta shit over here and get your set smoked
2Pac whooped Joe Torry's ass
If y'all seen Poetic Justice, then you'll know how we do Chicago on the West Coast!
Bar God!
You'll get no turn to reach
My pistol will give you the floor like it's your turn to speak
This is not a Bulls game
Listen, guy, ain't no talkin'
His Desert Eagle is my version of triangle offense
You feel (Phil) me?
You a snitch
A shot through your chest will leave your heart damaged
Simply 'cause I was taught to air a rat (Ararat) like where the Ark landed
Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do, that shit is all terror
I taught my cousin to hold the handle, later on I was his pallbearer
Small errors in this city and ya soul get lift
You won't make it to yo' 60's, you better watch who you Rollin' with
I told this bitch, you can't leave L.A. until you fight us nigga
For him, this an away game but they still gotta United Center
I sneak in his house at 3 AM, he finna bleed hella shit
Then snap on him while he asleep like a side bitch that need evidence
You try to stop Danny rise? I'll personally see to it that your family dies
Them .357 rounds longer than the space between Brandy's eyes!
He must be on mo' E should (Moesha) he think the Bar God losin' to him
I'll shoot his niece at a theme park: let's see if that's amusin' to him
Danny gat strapped on the waist like a fanny pack
The code word: Master P and his brothers
That mean his whole family whacked!
Fuck rappin', I'll head shot this nigga, now the plot has thickened
You'll be lying in front of this crowd faster than a politician
When we rappin', you can only talk shit, you don't have no options
In this ring, I can punch in (and) air: that's shadowboxing
Get your shadow boxed in
You on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit
YIKES!
49 people were killed in Chicago over a single weekend
The headline was undersold
49 people were killed in Florida...now they talkin' 'bout gun control
What are you doin' to change the conditions in yo' city?
To stop the violence and stand up to it
The government ain't send no help, residents just gotta tough through it
Chicago schools are losing funding, families are being uprooted
What's my take on it?
Bitch you still alive!? I don't think they doin' enough shootin'!
I've been raw
The very thought of this faggot makes my skin crawl
The piece (peace) will come out faster than when it's time to leave your in-laws
I don't give a fuck if you at a bus stop, ain't no tellin' where I'll take it next
You'll see me masked up on a shuttle like on Jason X
Pay respect, I done slayed the best, I cannot be seen
When I slide on you with the Black Hawk it ain't ya hockey team
Stop these schemes, you a fuckin' disgrace to folks
You a big pussy like a Mz. Gracie Facebook post
Yo' bitch got No Limit, me and my shady pals gon' fuck her
You walk in the room she gon' be posed like the Mercedes album cover
What's happenin' bitch? You'll catch a sharp hook from one of Danny hands
You just a fake killer from Chicago like Candyman
Sharp hook, Candyman? Never mind, nigga ya style gay
The toy from Chicago will kill the kid: that's Child's Play
Every bar I write with a pen is a death note
Bring that gangsta shit over here and get your set smoked
2Pac whooped Joe Torry's ass
If y'all seen Poetic Justice, then you'll know how we do Chicago on the West Coast!
Bar God!
You'll get no turn to reach
My pistol will give you the floor like it's your turn to speak
This is not a Bulls game
Listen, guy, ain't no talkin'
His Desert Eagle is my version of triangle offense
You feel (Phil) me?
You a snitch
A shot through your chest will leave your heart damaged
Simply 'cause I was taught to air a rat (Ararat) like where the Ark landed
Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do, that shit is all terror
I taught my cousin to hold the handle, later on I was his pallbearer
Small errors in this city and ya soul get lift
You won't make it to yo' 60's, you better watch who you Rollin' with
I told this bitch, you can't leave L.A. until you fight us nigga
For him, this an away game but they still gotta United Center
I sneak in his house at 3 AM, he finna bleed hella shit
Then snap on him while he asleep like a side bitch that need evidence
You try to stop Danny rise? I'll personally see to it that your family dies
Them .357 rounds longer than the space between Brandy's eyes!
He must be on mo' E should (Moesha) he think the Bar God losin' to him
I'll shoot his niece at a theme park: let's see if that's amusin' to him
Danny gat strapped on the waist like a fanny pack
The code word: Master P and his brothers
That mean his whole family whacked!
Fuck rappin', I'll head shot this nigga, now the plot has thickened
You'll be lying in front of this crowd faster than a politician
When we rappin', you can only talk shit, you don't have no options
In this ring, I can punch in (and) air: that's shadowboxing
Get your shadow boxed in
You on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit
YIKES!
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