[Round 1: Danny Myers]
When they called me, I knew this battle was a prospect
I came from public housing and still made you a project
Bar God!
Is this the King of the Small Room? NO!
Just a lame-ass bitch!
When I stuff yo’ fat ass in a coffin...that’s when you can claim that shit!
I bang that fif’, it’s no talk
We spot you? We go off
We shootin’ at you
If we miss the (Mr.) T, it’s gon’ be mo’ hawks! (mohawks)
You got a team (A*Team) full of bitches, a lame clique
You the nigga NWX don’t even claim, trick!
You been on SMACK for years, and still makin’ the same grip
Well, let me show Terrance how words (Terrence Howard) can get you known for that main (“Mayne”) shit
Veins split! Peep the leak when his neck rips
He’ll stream content like he competin’ with Netflix
You desperate! You not this hustler that you let on
When y’all mention Terrance and rocks...see (Terrence and Rocsi), that’s nothin’ you could bet (BET) on
And they tryna push these DMV rappers
Tell them niggas every round sloppy
Next time I see P (ICP), I’mma tell him he got a Clown Posse
Round body!
I’ll splatter you shit, you gon’ coat the ground
Experts’ll point out where your arm is like an ultrasound
Fuckface! you’ll be in surgery from a tough .8
And just like this app, yo’ mama gon’ get The Update
I frustrate
We hardly, cared about this T (tea) party
I’ll snipe him, then shoot to JFK: Lee Harvey!
He’s sorry!
I’ll run up on him and burn the Luger
The Chi fucks with Lil Durk
Me, too - the German shooter!
I learn maneuvers
Gemstar to his stomach, he’ll leak glucose
Then I’ll have a rising star in Chicago: Tru Foe
This what I do know - he a legend from gun sounds
What the hell is wrong?
Disney+: man, the lore he in (Mandalorian), he better keep a helmet on
What the hell is wrong?
All that shit you talkin’ is not debatable
But that’s what happen when you leave Tuna sittin’ for a day or two
I won’t play wit’ you!
In yo’ own crew, you not Top 2!
“Chillaka?” Is that the sound you heard when they shot you?
I’ll pop you!
Try to run, watch how I clap your flesh
I’ll get Big (B.I.G.) in two discs: now tell me ‘bout Life After Death
Bitch, I rap the best!
And he on the ground wit’ this shit
This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
When they called me, I knew this battle was a prospect
I came from public housing and still made you a project
Bar God!
Is this the King of the Small Room? NO!
Just a lame-ass bitch!
When I stuff yo’ fat ass in a coffin...that’s when you can claim that shit!
I bang that fif’, it’s no talk
We spot you? We go off
We shootin’ at you
If we miss the (Mr.) T, it’s gon’ be mo’ hawks! (mohawks)
You got a team (A*Team) full of bitches, a lame clique
You the nigga NWX don’t even claim, trick!
You been on SMACK for years, and still makin’ the same grip
Well, let me show Terrance how words (Terrence Howard) can get you known for that main (“Mayne”) shit
Veins split! Peep the leak when his neck rips
He’ll stream content like he competin’ with Netflix
You desperate! You not this hustler that you let on
When y’all mention Terrance and rocks...see (Terrence and Rocsi), that’s nothin’ you could bet (BET) on
And they tryna push these DMV rappers
Tell them niggas every round sloppy
Next time I see P (ICP), I’mma tell him he got a Clown Posse
Round body!
I’ll splatter you shit, you gon’ coat the ground
Experts’ll point out where your arm is like an ultrasound
Fuckface! you’ll be in surgery from a tough .8
And just like this app, yo’ mama gon’ get The Update
I frustrate
We hardly, cared about this T (tea) party
I’ll snipe him, then shoot to JFK: Lee Harvey!
He’s sorry!
I’ll run up on him and burn the Luger
The Chi fucks with Lil Durk
Me, too - the German shooter!
I learn maneuvers
Gemstar to his stomach, he’ll leak glucose
Then I’ll have a rising star in Chicago: Tru Foe
This what I do know - he a legend from gun sounds
What the hell is wrong?
Disney+: man, the lore he in (Mandalorian), he better keep a helmet on
What the hell is wrong?
All that shit you talkin’ is not debatable
But that’s what happen when you leave Tuna sittin’ for a day or two
I won’t play wit’ you!
In yo’ own crew, you not Top 2!
“Chillaka?” Is that the sound you heard when they shot you?
I’ll pop you!
Try to run, watch how I clap your flesh
I’ll get Big (B.I.G.) in two discs: now tell me ‘bout Life After Death
Bitch, I rap the best!
And he on the ground wit’ this shit
This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
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