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conflix vs. nugget - ibattle lyrics

[intro: benji reckless]
welcome to morgan’s piano recital!
i am your host, a bag of crack
swallow me on all social media, but only if you’re ready to try and hope for a warrant
we got conflix vers’ nugget
we already did the coin toss * it’s on conflix
let’s go!

[round 1: conflix]
you battle in ireland, ‘cause it’s the only place that gives your rap meaning
your accent’s a fail
gary the snail: only squares understand this cat speaking
but the guy has his accomplishments
peter called him “ireland solomon”, and facts, it’s the same life
you get smashed every day and night, takes half of his mates’ wives
takes rum and k and becomes a disaster (dizaster) in daylight (daylyt)
i don’t care what you think of him!
i’m flamin’ the kid
you ain’t hangin’ on sh*t: you stink, nugget
better carry a handgun or you gettin’ smoked
the bread is on
they won’t give gary the grand, son: professor oak!
the cash is comin’
wait * professor oak, gary?
yeah, you gon’ be ashes, cousin!
get slumped, the lead dump
ammo busin’, gon’ scramble nugget when he get gun
bullets rip armor, collect the fif’, spark ya
but firin’ the uzi hits harder
clip longer than the irishman movie
we could take it to canada, ‘cause in alberta, my pals carry
tuck pounds with enough rounds to split calgary wit’ that cal’, gary!
you don’t wanna get pushed over yours
so be careful what you do for promo
puma logo: see this p*ssy get jumped over words
you’re a f*ckin’ h0m*
you’d be surprised what dude actually found when i got to ask (two axe) in a round like the nuggets logo
blade stuck in his brain, leave some of it missin’
stabbed inside, cut an incision
in his cap, then i have half a mind to leave nuggets of wisdom!
leave your kids as orphans, and just as they’re up in the mission
pay some strays to stab ‘em
now they’re really stuck in the system!
so set it straight!
i’ll put you in a chokehold and squeeze just to see if your neck could break
if i get death row, well then, that’s fair
i’m mentally prepared to head to the chair…’cause i know wrestling’s fake!

[round 1: nugget]
what’s up, ibattle?
i’m here to wreck sh*t wit’ vizual
against some c*nt whose name sounds like netflix for criminals
called yourself “conflicts”, but took that “*cts” out for some extra clout
you’re gonna need a ct scan once i x ya out
you’re even less known than i am
who the f*ck would make con’ a brand?
your name sounds like store*brand cornflakes
your look? store*brand hollohan!
so how the f*ck is this skinhead rhymin’ for glory?
you complained american history x was only told from one side of the story
and dunsh told me you’re the bane of video battles
well, that’s some useful advice
‘cause i’m a newbie, i’ve proven you been doin’ this, right?
everyone else has just been cooped up inside and thought somethin’ to do would be nice
but you’re a loser for life if you do this by choice
every battle, it’s gun bars
we get it, you’re hard and you’re a goon
and while that aggressive sh*t might carry in the room
it doesn’t translate on camera, ‘cause ya haven’t any views
the only thing you’re shootin’ now is you rappin’ in your room!
so let’s be honest, man: you’re not grippin’ on chrome
and i sh*t ya not, bro
use one gun bar in this, and this sh*t’ll not go!
‘cause to hit me from there, you’ll need missile launch codes
and in other things that really happened, i flew to the states last night and rolled up to your yard
saw ya through the top window, you were focused on your bars
went in the back door, saw your fat wife on the sofa in the dark
that’s when i pulled the semi out, and told her, “stroke it ‘til it’s hard!”
and i’m hopin’ that today she’s your camerawoman
‘cause that’s the biggest f*ckin’ crowd you’ll ever battle in front of!

- ibattle lyrics

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