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danny myers vs. j2 - bloody scene battle league lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
as i sat to jot this rhyme and plot this crime
realized i be in my opponents faces …not this time
let me preface this by saying i have g*ys in my family, i’m cool with that community
but please don’t mistake that for you having immunity
i’m ‘bout to act a fool with em, i’m sorry y’all
this what happens when aunties let little boys run around with barbie dolls
my bars be raw, understand this power
you misunderstood us when we said give a man his flowers
look how they brand this coward, a disrespectful n*gga confined within a flaw
you ain’t let it ring on a n*gga ‘til obama signed it into law
look at the climate we in y’all, i been should’ve slid this goofy
y’all take g*y ass subliminals and hide ’em in the disney movies
truthfully, j2 a lil lame b*tch
i wanna kidnap this n*gga, but let me explain this
i’ll send his family a ransom note with my contact, and tell em that the pain sick
all they’ll get is a letter with a number…what a name flip
you got an insane gift, lyric test, you tryna see who spit it best
you think you a lil nas…except (x) you don’t get it yet
battle rap is a manly sport, no lies in me j
we stab, sock and rob n*ggas, i empty treys
i can tell by yo’ demeanor, you wasn’t raised by the village
so out of all professions why mc a (ymca) ?
bar god!
gun bars from a g*y man? i’m furious
he the type that’ll do a drive bye curious (bi*curious)
a flurry is…comin’, b*tch n*gga fight back
they say he keep a rifle and i’m the n*gga he’d snipe at
they said j outside trippin’, i told em i’d be right back
my gun came out the closet, on second thought he’d like that
let’s have a nice scr*p, jaw broke, i’ll lay you flat
while he sleep, i drag the n*gga…naw, i can’t do that
what the f*ck? , i can’t touch the n*gga, this war got a stall on it
cause no matter what i do to this n*gga is a pause moment
play with me, the trey nifty it spray quickly
my pistol like a broke ass cousin, it stay with me
battles like this, i gotta be cautious doin’
cause you yo’ sister’s sister, and they gone try to mark us (marques) houston
i ain’t done talking’ to em, he on the ground with this sh*t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh*t
yikes!
[round 2: danny myers]
i normally write bars in my phone, but i knew this be a cold day
so i decided to put all this fire on paper and smoke j the old way
how did you let ya soul stray?, please tell me, was it a tough choice?
at what point did you up and decide you wanna f*ck boys?
was you born like this? is it a lifestyle decision?
if this is truly your fate i don’t like how it’s written
you mean to tell me with all these bad b*tches, with big titties and much ass
you rather lay in the bed rubbing on muscles and mustache?
i must ask, were you raised by a single mother and all sisters?, i’m gettin’ the core of problems
or did yo’ uncle walk you in the room with him and quietly lock the door behind em?
you was scared to tell yo’ family how he left you sore and throbbin’
while you laid in bed that night wondering if he wore a condom
this happens in the black community more often than not, and n0body speaks on it
you fake like you love your life and now you get these moments
in middle school, a girl said she liked him, he’s shocked
the minute she gave j the kiss (jadakiss) he laughed and said the d blocked
please stop, it’s a top fact, that what you’re doing is not rap
you can not clap, sell rock sacks, then go home and watch baps
you c*ck straps? i’m sure you do, but what i do is spray eagles
when this pistol on his temple, i got something against g*y people
we ain’t equal, double barrel shotgun, i start the slaughter
i take aim then hit the g*y (g*ye) in the chest like marvin’s father
whats’ going on?, i been ill, i hit hard enough to bend steel
i’ll slap the sh*t out you, all you gone do is windmill
ya skin peel the worse misery, take out ya organs, the work slippery
the crime scene gone be nastier than ya p*rnhub search history
every verse victory, i run up with the ruger and laser
catch em in the salon while he getting his cuticles tailored
yo mama held you for 9 months, it was beautiful player
she went through all that f*ckin’ pain, and this is the fruit of her labor
major, the backlash ima face later
the irony of me slitting his throat with a straight razor
even yo name trash, how the f*ck could he mc?
j2 sounds like when they call you at the dmv
but what i didn’t stress, is i’m the coldest n*gga in the west
you can’t certify for this drive cause you didn’t pass this written test
hit his chest ’til he on the ground with this sh*t
this wack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh*t
yikes!
[round 3: danny myers]
i’m glad you’re out with yo’ sh*t, i mean it’s nothin’ you coulda hid well
even with all this flamboyant entertainment you finna take a big l
sig sh*lls eject from the gun, it’s all laser play
he really gone sound like a b*tch when i show j the ray (jada raye)
i bought a blade today, sword length, finna chop ya spinal down
i’m ‘bout to give em two thirds like i wasn’t sure about my final round
i set up shop on higher ground, to snipe em with a long missile
but he was so out of range i couldn’t get a phone signal
but i stayed patient, heard the sound of a lone whistle
squeezed, separated protein from his bone gristle
i’ve thrown bodies in the same bushes i’ve thrown pistols
i’m a king who’s never had throne issues
i can’t get along with you, in my holster i keep options
for a n*gga that a got a poster of fleece johnson
streets poppin’, but i ain’t with the grapevine stuff
they really put you in front of a great mind bruh
michigan knows the ls i (elzhi) took
was 7 times down, 8 times up
before i kick this b*tch in and ya life is ended
i’ll ask you are willing to open the door like a flight attendant
i’ll light a n*gga, crouched down, but i’ll aim it there
b*tch, i’m sitting down with the stick like a gaming chair
i’ll take it there, point at his t**th, the toolie clap
only one’ll be in his front row like the movie wack
i truly rap, they hit my phone cause he eclectic
they wanna answer if he buzzin to be accepted
‘til he get in front of a n*gga like me, and be rejected
i got the call to give em 3 rings just to leave a message
this is beef perfected
they gave me the least respected b*tch the streets neglected
you a yeast infection, if you gone shoot a n*gga, never tell, do it first
me calling you a p*ssy is a parallel universe
ruger work, b*tch, i can greet you with clips
or do it the old way and beat you with fist
do you believe in a parallel universe? i do , i’ma leave you with this
biggie gave us junior mafia then ceased to exist
no need to resist, you on the ground with this sh*t
thank the lord he don’t got another round of this sh*t
yikes!

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