[Round 1: Danny Myers]
First of all, I don't wanna hear shit 'bout how you gon' clap me
You and Pharrell both rep Virginia, apparently everybody's Happy
But not here, on every block you can find two bodies or more of them
This sickness gon' kill this white boy with punches, you the new Tommy Morrison
My origins are from the city where they shave coke
You named yourself after the soda company Big K, y'all both sellin' fake Coke
I battle white people everyday, racism is silly
We ain't sell them cops no headphones but they still give us the billy
Bar God!
My aim is good but that ray cooler
Die may (diamond) this ring will cross on ya chest I'm K(ay) Jeweler
You talk about hood life in yo' bars, that angle is clever
But if I wanted to hear the Real Deal from a white boy I would've battled Trevor
One phone call and everybody on yo' squad dies
It's like my wardrobe is all Italian suits, all I got is mob ties
We rob guys, beat bows out of niggas if my cast be raised
They'll have to pick yo' collar up like the Fonz on Happy Days
If you don't want me to fire outta the hole, don't throw a football in the ring
In other words, don't let this spiral out of control
Yo' girl head game is crazy, her throat was the bomb
The bitch be stealin' all of my kids like Boko Haram
This a punch out, all bars, you must be lookin' for death
Power punches like Little Mac when you punchin' Select
You an addict, how do I know?
Cause at the last King Of The Dot Vendetta you was in the crowd lookin' for Meth'
If I rob you, don't move, just give me yo' stacks and yo' bomb
There's no need for you to die (dye) like a natural blond
If you move to L.A., you wouldn't come to the hood
You couldn't weather these kills
I bet you nine O's to one O (90210) you'd move to Beverly Hills
You can't compare to these skills, we gon' test you a certain way
We gon' catch you at a convenience store, all my niggas circle K
Lush, I ain't fightin' this big ass white boy, I'm lettin' off five shells at least
Then hide the metal like Roswell debris
Blaow! When that lead blam, you a motherfuckin' dead man
These pistols are all for K (4K) like a red cam'
I spit rhymes from the dome
To prepare for this battle I watch 12 Years A Slave, six times in a row
Took that out put in Roots, put in Amistad
So many niggas [?] you gon' think you at Comic Con
Battle rap phenomenon, with weapons to kill
You ain't gotta watch a movie to know Heaven Is Real
You battlin' me, Big Kannon, B-Magic, these are legends to follow
You 'bout to die everyday like The Edge Of Tomorrow
Spend a day with my homies, they life is realer
King Of The Dot keep bookin' me cause they like a killer
I stuff my dick down yo' bitch throat
I said, "Who is yo' man?"
She could only say, "Mmm K" (MK) like Daylyt and Chilla
I'ma [?] nine miller til you on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got a whole 'nother two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
First of all, I don't wanna hear shit 'bout how you gon' clap me
You and Pharrell both rep Virginia, apparently everybody's Happy
But not here, on every block you can find two bodies or more of them
This sickness gon' kill this white boy with punches, you the new Tommy Morrison
My origins are from the city where they shave coke
You named yourself after the soda company Big K, y'all both sellin' fake Coke
I battle white people everyday, racism is silly
We ain't sell them cops no headphones but they still give us the billy
Bar God!
My aim is good but that ray cooler
Die may (diamond) this ring will cross on ya chest I'm K(ay) Jeweler
You talk about hood life in yo' bars, that angle is clever
But if I wanted to hear the Real Deal from a white boy I would've battled Trevor
One phone call and everybody on yo' squad dies
It's like my wardrobe is all Italian suits, all I got is mob ties
We rob guys, beat bows out of niggas if my cast be raised
They'll have to pick yo' collar up like the Fonz on Happy Days
If you don't want me to fire outta the hole, don't throw a football in the ring
In other words, don't let this spiral out of control
Yo' girl head game is crazy, her throat was the bomb
The bitch be stealin' all of my kids like Boko Haram
This a punch out, all bars, you must be lookin' for death
Power punches like Little Mac when you punchin' Select
You an addict, how do I know?
Cause at the last King Of The Dot Vendetta you was in the crowd lookin' for Meth'
If I rob you, don't move, just give me yo' stacks and yo' bomb
There's no need for you to die (dye) like a natural blond
If you move to L.A., you wouldn't come to the hood
You couldn't weather these kills
I bet you nine O's to one O (90210) you'd move to Beverly Hills
You can't compare to these skills, we gon' test you a certain way
We gon' catch you at a convenience store, all my niggas circle K
Lush, I ain't fightin' this big ass white boy, I'm lettin' off five shells at least
Then hide the metal like Roswell debris
Blaow! When that lead blam, you a motherfuckin' dead man
These pistols are all for K (4K) like a red cam'
I spit rhymes from the dome
To prepare for this battle I watch 12 Years A Slave, six times in a row
Took that out put in Roots, put in Amistad
So many niggas [?] you gon' think you at Comic Con
Battle rap phenomenon, with weapons to kill
You ain't gotta watch a movie to know Heaven Is Real
You battlin' me, Big Kannon, B-Magic, these are legends to follow
You 'bout to die everyday like The Edge Of Tomorrow
Spend a day with my homies, they life is realer
King Of The Dot keep bookin' me cause they like a killer
I stuff my dick down yo' bitch throat
I said, "Who is yo' man?"
She could only say, "Mmm K" (MK) like Daylyt and Chilla
I'ma [?] nine miller til you on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got a whole 'nother two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
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