[Chorus: GAWNE]
Oh God, Father, what have we done?
Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah, me and VI, we meet again, round three ain't the same
[Verse 1: GAWNE]
As a brawl, this time, we comin' for y'all
I put the clip in the MAC, pass it to VI and he draws
He puts that gun to your jaw— "Doo-doo!" Like the hair of Rapunzel, you fall
Rappin' underdogs collab on a song
On-on-on-on-once upon a time in like '96, when I was a tiny shit
Born into the world, but the doctors said, I was a whiny kid, cried a bit
Then I tried to spit, yeah, I admit, my first words were somethin' like "Flibbity Hibbity"
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Choppa flow, when I lock and load, my shit is unstoppable
All I ever wanted was my mama to be proud
All my life, I had anxiety that I would let her down
Watched her break her back to make a check, it hurt so bad, I bounced
From the couch, out the motherfucking house
Since the motherfuckin' doors shutted, I've been cold-blooded
Growin' up with like no money without a full stomach made me so hungry
So fuck a candy bar, I only eat the rappers
I decapitate 'em, no Channing, and turn an emcee backwards
'Til his spleen fractures, I leave gashes and mean scratches
As I'm relapsin', I caffeine capsules
I wreak havoc on, clock is tickin', I yawn, yeah
Tick-tick, I rap long, yeah, all I ever do is get up on the mic
And murder every single song, yeah, motherfucker, we is reckless
No diss record, just Luke GAWNE and VI Seconds, gotta respect it
Rappers in my scope, I got a lot
Yeah, I lost to VI, he's the GAWD, but y'all must've forgot
Ah, y'all must've forgot
I don't sneak-diss, little pussies, you'll get popped
Don't confuse this shit, when it comes to battle rap
There's not a dude besides VI on this YouTube shit
That can go against me and not lose real quick
That includes Munfo, and that screw-faced- (Bitch)
Y'all are fuck-buddies, damn, it's no wonder you're butt-hurt
Scru, this ain't Upchurch, I'll expose pussies like upskirts
If country singers makin' you lose
Then come at Shaq one more time and I'll make you No Life Scru
Half you motherfuckers ain't rappers
You're reactors, like Joe Budden when he's podcastin'
That rap-hat of yours is on backwards
I'm sick of talkin', let's get to rappin'
I'm sick of tweetin', you all cappin'
Better call the cabin, go fall back
Like trick-or-treatin', it was all sweet
'Til I light you up, like a jack o' lantern
Feed 'em that eatin' apple
Eve and Adam, I leave an emcee
With an L-O-S-E in the heat of battle
Elementary level of rappers
All I needed to get beat from you cattle
I wreak the havoc, never cease 'til I see the maggots
Eat you bastards, fuckin' with the most "He's dramatic"
Emcee ever, but I seek to damage
How many rappers murdered?
Put the bodies in the bag, they deceased; I murked 'em
Oh shit, I think I see one squirmin'—
It's Dax!
So should we leave 'em breathin', or unleash the demon lurkin'?
Peace on Earth is slowly fleeting
World War III is certain, 'cause these emcees
Are blind to my skill, they cannot see, like Germans
Everybody thinkin' they really 'bout it
When they Twitter-tweetin' all this shit about me
Keep on talking 'bout me 'til you catch a bounty
Then they find your body with the chalk around it
Yeah, boo-hoo, little wack fools
Y'all rap dudes wearin' poo-poo pampers
All of y'all been movin' weird
I hate motherfuckin' YouTube rappers
Oh God, Father, what have we done?
Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah, me and VI, we meet again, round three ain't the same
[Verse 1: GAWNE]
As a brawl, this time, we comin' for y'all
I put the clip in the MAC, pass it to VI and he draws
He puts that gun to your jaw— "Doo-doo!" Like the hair of Rapunzel, you fall
Rappin' underdogs collab on a song
On-on-on-on-once upon a time in like '96, when I was a tiny shit
Born into the world, but the doctors said, I was a whiny kid, cried a bit
Then I tried to spit, yeah, I admit, my first words were somethin' like "Flibbity Hibbity"
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Choppa flow, when I lock and load, my shit is unstoppable
All I ever wanted was my mama to be proud
All my life, I had anxiety that I would let her down
Watched her break her back to make a check, it hurt so bad, I bounced
From the couch, out the motherfucking house
Since the motherfuckin' doors shutted, I've been cold-blooded
Growin' up with like no money without a full stomach made me so hungry
So fuck a candy bar, I only eat the rappers
I decapitate 'em, no Channing, and turn an emcee backwards
'Til his spleen fractures, I leave gashes and mean scratches
As I'm relapsin', I caffeine capsules
I wreak havoc on, clock is tickin', I yawn, yeah
Tick-tick, I rap long, yeah, all I ever do is get up on the mic
And murder every single song, yeah, motherfucker, we is reckless
No diss record, just Luke GAWNE and VI Seconds, gotta respect it
Rappers in my scope, I got a lot
Yeah, I lost to VI, he's the GAWD, but y'all must've forgot
Ah, y'all must've forgot
I don't sneak-diss, little pussies, you'll get popped
Don't confuse this shit, when it comes to battle rap
There's not a dude besides VI on this YouTube shit
That can go against me and not lose real quick
That includes Munfo, and that screw-faced- (Bitch)
Y'all are fuck-buddies, damn, it's no wonder you're butt-hurt
Scru, this ain't Upchurch, I'll expose pussies like upskirts
If country singers makin' you lose
Then come at Shaq one more time and I'll make you No Life Scru
Half you motherfuckers ain't rappers
You're reactors, like Joe Budden when he's podcastin'
That rap-hat of yours is on backwards
I'm sick of talkin', let's get to rappin'
I'm sick of tweetin', you all cappin'
Better call the cabin, go fall back
Like trick-or-treatin', it was all sweet
'Til I light you up, like a jack o' lantern
Feed 'em that eatin' apple
Eve and Adam, I leave an emcee
With an L-O-S-E in the heat of battle
Elementary level of rappers
All I needed to get beat from you cattle
I wreak the havoc, never cease 'til I see the maggots
Eat you bastards, fuckin' with the most "He's dramatic"
Emcee ever, but I seek to damage
How many rappers murdered?
Put the bodies in the bag, they deceased; I murked 'em
Oh shit, I think I see one squirmin'—
It's Dax!
So should we leave 'em breathin', or unleash the demon lurkin'?
Peace on Earth is slowly fleeting
World War III is certain, 'cause these emcees
Are blind to my skill, they cannot see, like Germans
Everybody thinkin' they really 'bout it
When they Twitter-tweetin' all this shit about me
Keep on talking 'bout me 'til you catch a bounty
Then they find your body with the chalk around it
Yeah, boo-hoo, little wack fools
Y'all rap dudes wearin' poo-poo pampers
All of y'all been movin' weird
I hate motherfuckin' YouTube rappers
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