[Round 1: Daylyt]
My return to this rap shit, I been pondering quite thinking
Should I retire cause y'all done seen enough of them light spankings
Well let's get straight to them gun lines
I'll lay everybody out flat when I'm gunning it's like planking
I'll Michael Jack son, put you under a white Blanket
Daylyt, son too real, my guns do peel, block monsters
Whoever come through kill, we'll chrome your whole head
My address is 122 South Guns Drew Hill
Chill, you a bomb pillar? Y'all killers?
Nah nigga Really Jake, your whole city fake, you Godzilla
Hot triggers, bring them trucks around here
Everybody in that Nissan dead
Your moms, your pops, your aunt, niece, son, dad
Got the Tommy's for you rats, Jerry, I thunder curls
You must be nuts, like can thugs I gun you squirrels
Wolfing, bring than van by here (Vampire)
My bloods will put you Underworld
Wins? none you girls
You'll get knocked the fuck out like it's Debo guarding
Three fo's scar your cheek, throat pardon
You get that One cut then the fights over I don't care if you had Neosporin / Neo sparring'
Punches Thunder but I need no Harden for you fanny pack guys
Hand over that will/wheel or get that chair like the handicap sign
Pardon me, I'm snapping like a ghetto chick Iron to your tee/tea, the kettle's lit
Glocks will leave you see through in the ocean, get a box, jellyfish
He ever snitched? Guarantee he better ditch
You said killing quenches your thirst?
You riding? Nigga all your shots see air and miss (Sierra Mist)
I cherish this, as far as that fair fight, sorry bro, no fade
It'll be more bullets flying and ghost turning than the Mario boat stage
I'm so raged cause these bitch niggas trying to bite my style
Well as far as the battle go, I'm really feeling like I got this one
Fuck what you talking bout! Remember that phrase?
You win some and you lose some, but your live to see another Day
Well not this one!
My return to this rap shit, I been pondering quite thinking
Should I retire cause y'all done seen enough of them light spankings
Well let's get straight to them gun lines
I'll lay everybody out flat when I'm gunning it's like planking
I'll Michael Jack son, put you under a white Blanket
Daylyt, son too real, my guns do peel, block monsters
Whoever come through kill, we'll chrome your whole head
My address is 122 South Guns Drew Hill
Chill, you a bomb pillar? Y'all killers?
Nah nigga Really Jake, your whole city fake, you Godzilla
Hot triggers, bring them trucks around here
Everybody in that Nissan dead
Your moms, your pops, your aunt, niece, son, dad
Got the Tommy's for you rats, Jerry, I thunder curls
You must be nuts, like can thugs I gun you squirrels
Wolfing, bring than van by here (Vampire)
My bloods will put you Underworld
Wins? none you girls
You'll get knocked the fuck out like it's Debo guarding
Three fo's scar your cheek, throat pardon
You get that One cut then the fights over I don't care if you had Neosporin / Neo sparring'
Punches Thunder but I need no Harden for you fanny pack guys
Hand over that will/wheel or get that chair like the handicap sign
Pardon me, I'm snapping like a ghetto chick Iron to your tee/tea, the kettle's lit
Glocks will leave you see through in the ocean, get a box, jellyfish
He ever snitched? Guarantee he better ditch
You said killing quenches your thirst?
You riding? Nigga all your shots see air and miss (Sierra Mist)
I cherish this, as far as that fair fight, sorry bro, no fade
It'll be more bullets flying and ghost turning than the Mario boat stage
I'm so raged cause these bitch niggas trying to bite my style
Well as far as the battle go, I'm really feeling like I got this one
Fuck what you talking bout! Remember that phrase?
You win some and you lose some, but your live to see another Day
Well not this one!
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