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danny myers vs red handed - danny myers lyrics

[danny myers]
when it comes to greatest that ever did this, i’m the head they should mention
since they think it’s a game in the west, i told’em red dead…redemption
it’s when rex seen the bar god crack his marrow
even ya mommy (mummy) knows this body shoulda been a wrap for pharaoh
black camaro, pull up’em, we gone let the man croak
shoot from the sig’ (cig’), then peel off the second hand smoked
i’m shootin at some other n-ggas, my crime life not even a little public
it’s ironic, red handed gone get caught in the middle of it
so you brought yo n-gga with you? well i’ma k!ll you, then get ya buddy slaughtered
take’em to a creek, and leave redd man (redman) in muddy waters
you spend money on that ho? you just give the b-tch ya visa?
i just put d-ck in her mouth like, “here it is you skeezer.”
i was sposed to battle pharaoh
but somehow you were mysteriously aligned with a star like the pyramids of giza
jesus , if it jam on me, and the bullets is useless
watch how the gun b-tt (but) you like it’s full of excuses
bar god!
i don’t want yo girlfriend, where yo mama at? that sl-t ain’t no beginnin’ rookie
she had a fat -ss in the 70’s, i only f-ck with vintage p-ssy
they called her “wonder mouth” in high school, she used to suck dumb c-ck
i nutted on her face and wiped it off with yo’ son sock
his bad -ss bust in the room, that’s the sh-t that got yo son socked
she save my nut in a jar and use that sh-t as sun block
do something bout it
soon as you run up you’ll hear that gun c-ck
that kick..bam boo (bamboo) it’s not a scene from ong bak
see this y’all problem, you on that let me battle danny myers to get my name up sh-t
but if you notice, ain’t no n-gga still around that came up quick
i had to grind for mine, put my life on the line from time to time
i sell dope, take care of my kids, and still work a 9 to 5
real sh-t!
i never had nothin handed to me
i’ve battled legends, and after all that y’all gave this n-gga handed to me?
well so be it, kalashnikov comin from the soviet
outside his peripherals, creep up on’em, he won’t see it
you’s a b-tch
scared to shoot, what the h-ll you gonna squeeze?
you getting whipped off top like the end of thelma and louise bar god!
i am a physic, this ain’t a battle it’s a mind exam
i seen his future was doomed soon as i saw the lines in hand
you ain’t rhymin man, and ya music suck, y’all gettin’ lead out ’em
i knew you was full of games soon as i heard red album
bar god!
i speak vicious, but this is where the heat switches
ironic how you’re the musician from virginia, but i’m the one that beat b-tches
i try to conceal my intentions, i hope this n-gga can cannon dodge
but when you got the mind state of a predator, that’s some sh-t you can’t camouflage
we in the jungle, they’ll take a swartz from n-ggas, my compet-tors bums
but by the time you realize all this they’ll know the predator won (one)
i sell crystal, amphetamine, i’m getting bread to death
my rocks wilder (rocwilder), you’ll never see red with meth
i demand respect, i’m the goat, that’s a fact, f-ck these jealous haters
does ya spirit rise if you get shot on a elevator?
the cap real, you’ll be departed, i’ll devastate ya dreams
i’m recruiting a group of writers, but you’ll never make the team
solely on the fact
you didn’t visualize dicaprio on the departed gettin’ k!lled in the elevator scene
i am demon, collapse one of ya lungs when the gat flame
now let see you rap with a wheeze (weez) like mac maine
i just act sane, over the smallest sh-t i’ll get the glock involved
i’m like the payment for my last couple of battles…i ain’t got it all
my n-ggas asked me who is redd handed? i said, “don’t trip, he’s not my first rookie.”
i been stopped f-ckin’ with hand when i got my first p-ssy
bar god!
this is a difference in sk!ll level, see that much very clear
the only n-gga from virginia with mad sk!llz does a (w)rap up every year
we both got red hair and red beards…i’ma still send the sh-lls
ya bars make my stomach hurt, i’ma give this ginger l (ale)
men have failed, and you on the ground with this sh-t
thank the lord he don’t got another round of this sh-t
yikes!

- danny myers lyrics

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