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danny myers vs. kang - gates of the garden lyrics

[intro: danny myers]
yo. before i say anything. i want to bring out my kids. on some real sh*t, they mom took ’em from me when they was like two. i haven’t seen ’em since they was this age, 23. and they only found me, cause they saw me on b.e.t. battle rapping. and it was battle rap that reunited me with my twins. this is my daughter dominque. this is my son malik. they twins. i had them when i was 18 and i just now got ’em back so…now they gotta watch daddy get his ass kicked, but you know what?

[round 1: danny myers]
my n*ggas got his address, met up with his b*tch, he that stupid
she told my homeboys she like black music
i was listening to ‘еm ‘beat it’ and then started rappin’ to it
thеn i walked into the next room, saw yo’ mama and started f*ckin’ that b*tch
i just got back with my kids, i walked in a parallel universe and told myself, “don’t nut in that b*tch!”
you put in enough work to get dre dennis to sponsor ya
dre, you don’t have a problem with a white man calling himself a “conqueror”?
i’m finna go bonkers bruh, the fifth bang
i’ma shoot you from like…this range
once yo’ blood get on my shirt, i’ma look at you with disdain (this stain)
you a b*tch kang, i got the mind inside a crook
this lyrical reputation is something i’m tryna push
how you get an honest look when your got your persona took from a comic book?
i’m not neglecting ramadan
but yo’ flesh inside my palm, the necronomicon demonic book
i’m tryna cook
without a pistol i’ll show you what this action about
i’ll drive my car through your living room while you crashed on the couch
you was blabbin’ ya mouth, i could grip the pistol ’til ya wig is riddled
but i got a shiv to give you, i get up close, dig it in you
ya liver wiggle, you on life support, the monitor won’t give a squiggle
you wanted to explore your wild side, now you get to live a little
i got a different issue, on gates of the garden, you get a buncha love
but i’ll chop you up, and dig a hole for every limb like ya f*cking gloves
you think you’re tough enough? y’all think this b*st*rd is so nice?
i mean half of ya flow tight
all he did was combine the styles of dizaster and gjonaj
added some punchlines, dressed different, and spit some stale angles
you only battle rap cause you failed your tryout for the h*lls angels
this tales fatal, the smithsonian gets only ya remains
i lift slowly, blitz on him and squeeze flame
the big .40’ll split homie with each bang
if mick foley could spit dope he would be kang
lame, i watched some of ya battles, barely, it wasn’t good
aye y’all, he started a new battle rap group, the aryan brotherhood
let’s get this understood
i’m in the lead for champion of the year, i’ma be the d*mn winner
and you? you look like a clan member
we conquer in different sp*ces, you at the kitchen table waitin’
yo’ chick fixin’ yo’ sausage and yo’ bacon
we slidin’ spittin’ k’s and
the llamas flipping yo’ chair upside down in the midst of sprayin’
yo’ eyes and yo’ vision fadin’
smackin’ the ceiling but sound like it’s pounding against the pavement
spitting blood through a white sheet
while yo’ face rips from the inside like the b*tch from the conjuring in the bas*m*nt
my mind is of innovation
the time i’m takin’ to give you these lines is a sign of demonstration
it’s basic, i give you classics, and grip two ratchets, and flip you backwards
i don’t know where you from, but we can only imagine the state you’ll be in if you live through that sh*t
i’m that sick
bat sh*t
crazy like jeffery dahmer
definitely i’ma
find you
rest in peace
you tryna catch wreck with me
i’m a refugee
bomber
llama, i always was a straight shooter
got this pistol in ‘03, finally got a body, it’s a late bloomer
when white people fight first thing they do is headb*tt, savage mode
they jab is slow, so they wanna get up close, grab and hold
i ain’t with none of that sh*t, i’d rather let the magnum blow
it’ll be just like in the movies, soon as he headb*tt me, i’ll grab the nose
get slashed exposed, i’m a monster, you gone need a line of doctors
i’m splitting everything between ya spine and chakras
i’ll pull you apart, lift ya soul to god as honor
this is the literal definition of dividin’ (divide and) conquer
provide a chopper, get ya face in the scope, i’ll snipe and renovate it
before twork, my n*gga got a case’ and hyperventilated
i been the greatest, i got an experiment, and i need y’all to do this with me
if there was an undercover agent disguised as a battle rapper, in this room, who would it be?
you it would seem, that’s why i don’t trust f*ggots
you got one of those mustaches that comes attached to sunglasses
i’m done rappin’, and you on the ground with this sh*t…

- gates of the garden lyrics

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