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fonz vs. mackk myron - urltv lyrics

[round 1: mackk myron]
so y’all wanna hear some punchlines, huh?
alright…y’all back up a lil’ bit
tell me when we ready, smack
y’all ready? (yeah!)

i said…they finna read all about it if the boy extra
a couple rounds to the face: you a poindexter
i’ll let somethin’ rare kick: dornbeckers
when you get hit wit’ a .50, it ain’t floyd record
this ain’t no favor, n*gga
they made the plate worth it
ave kept duckin’, so they went and got the fake version!
‘k burnin’! you ready to get k!lled, f*ggot!?
i laid him down wit’ a big round: shaquille mattrеss!
i’m sk!lled tactic
n*gga, splat! i reach for heat
rarе handle, the sh*t brass: jesus feet
i put him in high places: jesus niece
another strap tucked in the whip: i got heated seats!
what you gon’ say?
“he left rbe and came to url!”
fonz, yo’ mama l!ck my b*lls and she do it well!
and you look like a fat welven * i can spot that
the land lord? (*scoffs*) ain’t put one n*gga out his spot yet!
all that puncline sh*t, my n*gga!? we ain’t hearin’ that
after this, you wesley snipes: a disappearing act
it’s more than that!
i’m a shooter, h*rnacek
rifle with goggles for the boul (bull): horace grant!
ay! he goin’ to cops and give ‘em all statements?
death on grand theft: i get him all wasted
shot him like alonzo, give him all cases
my little apes spinnin’ like diddy kong racing!
i told him, “fly me out to west. cali, i suggest.”
they said nah! this land lord*
i said, “fly me out to west. cali, i suggest.”
i said, “i gotta bury this n*gga!” i fried him wit’ the tec
i must stash (mustache) the land lord: b*tch, it’s friday after next!
i’m thinkin’, “fonz finna stay back in his bed”
lazarus p*ssed just to bring the b*tch back from the dead
eddie brock: i spit venom and black on the web
think you the one? get plugged in the back of yo’ head!
now y’all know i’m back on smack, another lame opp
two ‘ks (2k) on the shelf, i work at gamestop
i’m a out*of*town n*gga * the taurus aim, pop!
line him up wit’ a baldhead: he tory lanez pops!
the n*gga from ohio, a place we don’t care for
johnny storm: i get them n*ggas over there torched
i get dirty to win, fonz! this ain’t no fair sport
you got a better chance of screamin’ “allahu akbar” at the airport!
we hurt n*ggas! leave everybody on your turf injured!
i’ll come to cleveland and f*ck the land up: i’m earthbendin’!
i’m a real*
yaktown in this b*tch * stop playin’, n*gga
[round 1: fonz]
i see mackk done signed that two*year rookie minimum, huh?
d*mn, url done locked him up
this the third time they asked me to battle the b*tch, too
i say, “yeah, the first time was when the stock was up.”
they even came back with a $10k plate for me to f*ck him up on caffeine
i had to tell them it was not enough
i know y’all rock with bruh
but at this point, i’m feelin’ like big scar’s sister
n*gga, f*ck that little 10k…
especially when i been puttin’ in all this mu’f*ckin’ work stackin’ boxes up!
n*gga, try your luck, and i’mma chop you up with a big ginsu
this b*tch hit you, and take a small portion of mac(kk) like the kid’s menu!
rent’s due!
you not a star, mackk
don’t let these n*ggas convince you
it’s a difference between potential and credentials
and reppin’ team homi is what you into, but slow your tempo
i’m mark morrison, the reason for return of the mack(k), i’m influential
if i woulda said “no”, you woulda had to hold off on the card: incidentals
bury you in the bas*m*nt, lay the flo’ over you: instrumental
clean you out before i drop you off: it’s a rental
temperamental!
russian chop’, let a black thang pop ya
it look like a drac’ (drake) with a lil twist
this b*tch gon’ be mackk main (mack maine) problem!
they said all i do is punch!
(n*gga, stop it!)
and if all i do is punch…
(then, n*gga, block it!)
you mentioned my name in all them f*ckin’ battles
now i gotta bury bro
you ’posed to be my man
i couldn’t picture this n*gga hatin’: jerry jones
now i gotta air the chrome
try to run, i’mma f*ckin’ chase you
suffocate you, put a bag over his head like a carry*on
you’re not scary, bro!
smack and them done passed me some easy sh*t!
outta everybody in the yak, that n*gga mac(kk) craft (kraft) is the cheesiest
who you beefin’ with?
n*gga, they already showed you doubt
mama jokes, funny sh*t, and mama jokes
we already know what bro’s about
he only beat b*tches, white boys, and christians
anybody who take the wholesome route
soon as his funny ass get a stand*up n*gga on stage, then it’s corey: the ho come (holcomb) out
straight p*ssyyyyy!
straight p*ssy!
straight p*ssy!
i’m that n*gga they can’t bully that watch what they say to me
when i’m around, they keep them lips zipped up like a bape hoodie
a strap bang!
he gon’ be in the hospital sleep on oxy’s for weeks with back strains
and the doctor said, “at this point, them pills can’t do nothin’ for mackk’s pain (max payne).”
and that’s strange!
act brave, get hit with sh*lls!
give his b*tch*ass a sh*t bag, the n*gga frail
hear a voice say “h*llo” from the other side * now he in h*ll
and the reaper was expecting a mac(kk), but this adele (a dell)!
you told us “follow you…at mackkmyron on instagram”
well, i’ll catch you on that ig live and then slide
machines what you’ll be hooked up to
you told all these fans to add (@) myron (admirin’)…
i’m finna give ‘em somethin’ they can look up to
boy, i’m from cleveland, where anything can go wrong
man, my young boys ttg
speak on me with the wrong tone, and get stole on (loan)…like a ppp!
camp n*gga!
mackk, i done seen some crazy things
on the block slangin’ cream, my main man got told on by his favorite fiend
now he gotta spend some time in jail
his number*one customer ratted him out
i don’t want that type of clientele (client tell)
you can’t trust everybody!
that same sh*t confers to rap
and you movin’ shaky, baby
‘cause you was just over there with arp
now you battlin’ me? boy, you puttin’ on a perfect act
you can’t even tell us what happened with them bricks, but you tryna get some work from smack!?
i’mma hurt you, mackk!
swing a glock! squeeze and pop!
now mac(kk) back in the hospital, receiving docs!
you a easy opp, the type that was forced to fight
gorgonites: we don’t deal with them toy soldiers
but like a star wars collector item, he gon’ be in that box forever
once a stick get lit from a toyota (toy yoda)
i can front you a pack, mackk, but don’t f*ck up the boy quota
cause i don’t play about my chips, brodie
don’t give a f*ck about you bein’ from the yak
you mess with that china, mac(kk)? then they gon’ be pourin’ out gin (jin), homie
it been on me!
when they want these n*ggas dead, they call fonz
and i’ll be in michigan lookin’ for these b*tches with large .9s
you know how the referee give the boxers the instructions before the match?
b*tch, soon as we touch the glove, protect yourself at all times!
n*gga, your mom? affectionate, but the broad fine
old b*tch wit’ h*lla ass
pension just kicked in, got h*lla cash
a sugar, mama, splurge on a n*gga
i’m in the yak, sippin’ on ‘gnac, blowin’ h*lla bags
she my sponsor in the glove like everlast
a drunk ho!
keep askin’ me if i wanna go once mo’
f*ck no!
tom sheppard: i been smackin’ this b*tch all night
n*gga, my nuts so’ (nutso)!
i don’t what the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas, but they battlin’ a savage type
that’s why they always tense up when the tents up…cabin life!
[round 2: mackk myron]
man, y’all liked*ed that weak sh*t?
y’all liked*ed that? (x4)
alright, alright, alright, alright
they liked it, they liked it
you still a ho…
y’all ready?
yo, yo, quiet down * y’all ready?
y’all liked*ed that lil’ amateur sh*t
let’s go
i said…
i’m finna air th* y’all ready? let’s go
i’m finna air this b*tch early: ricki lake
see you and give you 100 bucks like a nipsey tape
fonz, you headed to the clouds: drizzy drake
the glizzy, i hold to the side: little nicky face
get the tape!
oh, virginia, it’s the perfect city
signed that contract and went crazy: i work with diddy
i got some old tecs (techs) in store: circuit city
sniper rifle, laid up next to this black b*tch: dirk nowitzki
i work the biscuit, i’m finna shoot y’all dead
57, the clip curl: jimmy neutron head
fonz, i shot this b*tch, like, one time, then i stashed it after
but i popped it a couple years back: jaz the rapper
so we locked in! it’s the f*ck ‘bout time!
kyrie irving: i don’t give a f*ck ‘bout fonz (fines)!
if i whip this stick, you wit’ your b*tch, a couple k!lled!
the kickback made the iron shake: it’s muscle milk!
hey, fonzie! what’s the issue wit’ your t**th?
remind you of harlem nights for the issue, if it’s beef
eddie murphy: i’m quick to point a pistol at your feet
i’ll flip with one arm: i’m sisqo at the beach!
i’m bl!ckin’ at your peeps, you better get to steppin’ fast
i’ll turn your squad to a pack like kevin nash
the main reason that he not gon’ eat
inf’ beam, let him run * yeah, the dot gon’ reach
they say fonzie murder people, he pop those heats
him? that’s impossible! this not no beef!
my little n*gga at your door, let a roscoe speak
when a bullet go in your chest, it ain’t taco meat!
what kinda mess he on?
you seen the ranch? i’m stretchin’ homes
headshot, i catch a temple (tempo): it’s the metronome
another soft*ass ohio rapper
well, let me set the tone
soon as he trip, he red (trippie redd)
the machine gun bow! ‘til he flesh n’ bone!
i got him leakin’, it’s a hole in his body
skrrt! spin off on fonz: joanie and chachi!
you better hold it there, before i lift it and hold it there
i’m dame lillard: i’ve been a blazer my whole career
spray the machine, he duck * he was fortunate
i get evil when i put that mask on, i’m dorian
fonz, i’ll have you beefin’ wit’ a sub like scorpion
catch a big round for this sh*t, it’s porcelain
i miss? return of the mack(k): mark morrison
tell him “this ain’t what he need, blood!” * morbius
drive up, i push the wig back: delorean
my shooter? on fonz ass: roy orbison!
i’m not a b*tch, lotta sticks, i keep in my bas*m*nt
shots slang from the 40 like “weebilization”
y’all know i hate this b*tch
why y’all think he finna get bullied?
you bet’ not leave your house unless you rockin’ a cement hoodie
your scalp hit! everybody in the house clipped!
i brought the mac*11 in cleveland: ilgauskas!
i’m a real n*gga…
yaktown in this b*tch
[round 2: fonz]
ayo, i turn n*ggas into packs
facts * that’s why smack keep bookin’ me
far as him? well, it’s a (w)rap for mack(k): that’s suga free
y’all got this n*gga cookin’ me? the truth couldn’t be no further than that
i’m master p on a jail visit
yeah, i’m the one who they came to see murderin’ mackk
it’s gon’ get bad for him
that n*gga smack done brought a bag for him
brought pontiac to the dmv, and he can’t leave this b*tch unless a tag on him!
i’m from the land, bruh!
and all these n*ggas wit’ me is stand*up!
so if you come outside playin’ any f*ckin’ games, then they gon’ have to turn this to a manhunt
can’ dump! n*gga, i don’t give a d*mn where he at
put some sh*lls in his back
everything went criss*cross (kriss kross)
even mac(kk) daddy can’t even tell that he mackk (daddy mac)
it’s the camp!
smack, i know you tryna switch up the game
and i ain’t the type to come up in this b*tch and complain
but mayne, he act (maniac) don’t seem that crazy to me
when i just had a battle wit’ a n*gga that was really insane
i been puttin’ in pain!
and y’all gimme this lame? a cool opp
i don’t respect him for real
he a replica ill: that’s a flu shot
so dude, stop!
you done followed that man to the point that the sh*t harmed ya
made a career dependent on ill: you big pharma
i hope you got thick armor, ‘cause these punches the heavy type
yeah, he nice
but he better be the best wit’ his defensive writing (right end): that’s reggie white
‘cause they said you was ready, right?
will claim he the n*gga that got next
but norbes said he don’t think he a top threat, so he ain’t give him a spot yet
he called url, they ain’t answer and them n*ggas did not text
that’s why you better off wit’ organik
‘cause over here, ain’t no skippin’ the process!
this smack!
i will introduce this mackk to this mack
you’ll get smacked! i’m tryna murk y’all clowns
then diss mackk (smack) outta nowhere, like a twork third round!
you should be used to that!
you watched me f*ck up ill will
it wasn’t sh*t that you could do ‘bout that
b*tch*ass n*ggas runnin’ around screamin’ out “team homi”
and now the coroner’s finna rule it that!
for the right ticket, fonz’ll get you drug up out your spot
that’s a ruthless act
i’ll pull up parking toes (tows) on a n*gga
puttin’ boots to mack(k)!
for a few racks, my young shooters will do that
beat this n*gga blue*black, let a tool clap
move back, and once everything’s shut down, reboot mac(kk)!
this how y’all welcoming dude back!?
you know the sh*t that i done did to my peers?
or maybe they just got bad memory
‘cause i was puttin’ bodies into storage and sendin’ sh*t up to the clouds
when you couldn’t even get a gig over here
no respect at all!
they gon’ be making funeral arrangements for this b*tch if he test me, dawg
have to make a gofundme for his ass, ‘cause smack ain’t finna cut a check for y’all
now the whole culture gotta chip in for the memory like a sd card
we clap opps!
don’t give a f*ck! if it’s up, then it’s stuck…caps lock!
i told my n*gga bizzy, “you go through the front. i’mma take the back lot.”
hop in a ram, drive, up, loaded, hp on my lap, top
and the gang will not let up
when we aim, your spot wet up
and tell cor’ playing these games wit’ my name just not clever
‘cause i’ll cut that b*tch ms. fit into so many pieces, it’s gon’ take, like, a day to process her (data processor)!
how you gon’*
i said…
listen! listen!
(*fonz runs the whole scheme back from “for a few racks…”*)
how you gon’ take my spot, fella?
you ain’t never had it poppin’ on smack
i don’t know what p see (pc) in these n*ggas
who said mackk and ty should (macintosh) line it up? y’all should stop with all that!
i don’t rock wit’ y’all cats
and i ain’t never had no trouble shootin’
i be plottin’ on my opp demise (optimize), mac(kk)!
if y’all copied all that…y’all know this n*gga can’t beat fonz
and with this tec (tech) support, what you think i’mma do to this geek squad?
start blastin’ the weapon!
it’s gon’ get bad for his section!
and if he needs security, we gon’ charge mackk a fee (mcafee) if he asks for protection
if not, he leavin’ outside a body: astral projection!

[round 3: mackk myron]
let’s get it
ayo, yo
yo, virginia, quiet down * can i talk to y’all real quick? (yeah!)
alright, yo*yo*yo, quiet down ‘cause i’m finna tell y’all some real sh*t
y’all ready? alright, yo*yo*yo
is you gon’ tell ‘em, or you want me to tell ‘em?
y’all want me to tell him? (yeah!)
hold on * quiet down!
now y’all know…
y’all know…this n*gga used to be my biggest fan, right?
don’t get up here and act with me
y’all know the first day i met this n*gga, y’all…he tried to rap for me?
i’m like, “this n*gga look like welven by the mouth, wit’ draymond face…
actually…
a sprinkle of tink da demon wit’ eazy the block captain t**th.”
i couldn’t wait to talk to you, b*tch! i’m finna go there
sorry*ass ohio n*gga just got to hatin’ outta nowhere
talkin’ ‘bout “mackk ain’t top 5 at punching”
ain’t that some f*ckin’ sh*t
well, guess what? yo mama top 5 at suckin’ d*ck!
tell me, fonzie, why we got this little discrepancy?
y’all know it’s like he wanna be me so much, it’s startin’ to threaten me
during my expert opinion, did you start thinking less of me?
p*ssy, when math came to flint, didn’t i let you sit next to me?
his name came up, i ain’t think of no loss of blood or tossin’ slugs
i thought of a n*gga who i showed lots of love, lost his mind, and now he off a drug
i appreciate you for coming outside
this can cost your buzz
also, i appreciate you for being the b*tch i thought you was
f*ckin’ cornball
ay, virginia, y’all want some exhausting facts?
fonz favorite battle rapper ill will, and he get all his sauce from mackk
now he can call it cap, but wait a minute, hold it there
ill will vs. fonz * what you say?
“i watched these n*ggas my whole career!”
you wannabe yaktown p*ssy!
why he get me rattled?
you wish you was one of us! somebody tell this b*tch skedaddle
now y’all know fonz really wish he was from michigan, right?
he our biggest shadow
this n*gga wore a blue and yellow jogging suit with some michigan j’s in his nitty battle
and rum k!lled you
yeah, you heard what i said, n*gga
i’m loc dog: pourin’ a .40 on a dead n*gga
yo’ head lift up, neck struck * you through, n*gga!
when a bullet cut through your apple, it ain’t fruit ninja!
fonz, i’ll whoop yo’ ass until you kinda drowsy
ya b*tch? i twist her on her back: kamikaze
i’ll let it kick and drop b*tches: ronda rousey
the ski mask got my face black, i’m robert downey
he tried to clown me, but fonz, here’s some deep sh*t
stop talkin’ money, and you have got to get your t**th fixed
go tell your girl to duck down when that heat spit
if not, your boo pass away like three 6
peep this! they got me up here rappin’ wit’ y’all
n*gga, yo’ mama tongue*kiss me on the back of my b*lls
i ain’t cappin’ wit’ y’all
she like it! i give her real wood
i call her “st. louis”
she do somethin’ that make me feel good
i’m no joke! leaving these n*ggas no hope!
b*tch, for the right price, i’ll get the pope smoked!
welcome to the yak party, i’m a showboat
fonz? he like dubai, he don’t want no smoke
i told you, smack, i ain’t gon’ get up here and reason wit’ him
soon as he get outta line, bah! three just hit him
you lowkey lose a lot, you need a little more season, n*gga
you delonte west: a bum*ass, washed*up cleveland n*gga
fonz, this battle like slappin’ a girl
you stuck on smack, i’m barry allen lappin’ the world
i’m focused, while you was chokin’, rappin’ wit’ earl
this chopper slim from the wood: it’s black wit’ a curl!
versus ill will, n*gga, they gassed you correctly
i’m terry crews in white chicks: that gas don’t affect me
i’m a different breed
i’ll pull up and make this n*gga bleed
i’ll shoot yo’ ass in the mouth: human centipede!
yaktown in this b*tch

[round 3: fonz]
should i tell ‘em, or should you tell ‘em?

[mackk myron]
you tell ‘em

[fonz]
you want me to tell ‘em, or should i…
you know what i’m saying?
ah, i’mma tell ‘em
i’mma tell ‘em

n*gga, you from the yak

[mackk myron]
yaktown in this b*tch

[fonz]
f*ck you tryna act like a d n*gga?
i even heard you all on tracks rappin’ like these n*ggas
he pull up from the yak, they see mackk
they be lookin’ like “these n*ggas…”
he got on the ray*bans, they got on the buffs
they ain’t tryna be seen wit’cha
they only f*ckin’ with you ‘cause qleen wit’cha
doordash logo: they lookin’ at you sideways ‘cause you not really a d n*gga
the moment that you show up to that b*tch and you ain’t got qleen wit’cha?
they puttin’ dude on the menu
you gettin’ shot in detroit like mcgraw ave
they can’t allow this sh*t to be (tubi) continued
musty myron? the n*gga that be talkin’ ‘bout grippin’ the swammy?
(*fonz lets out a stifled wheeze of a laugh*)
get this b*tch a grammy
naw, call arp on this b*tch
‘cause they was running ‘round this sh*t like family
now, ay, our p own this b*tch, like puff daddy do ms. miami
n*gga, this a eagle
headshot, that’s cerebral
leg shot!
if he manage to crawl out this b*tch, they gon’ ask “what happened to mackk knee though?” (magneto)
i done seen fiends lose they life to bad needles
out here on the cash chase
i done been to a bad place
and went from fonz to calicoe, in the crib with a black face
you lookin’ for handouts ‘til you don’t know what this path takes
i’m out here grinding ‘cause i’m tired of my stomach soundin’ like bad brakes
n*gga, you worried about smiling in smack face!
that’s the problem wit’ this sh*t
arp helped him build his foundation, and he can’t even keep it solid with the bricks
i promise that it’s lit
just remember: you the one that wanted this l, p*ssy
and i’m kinda like a pimp
mackk got all these holes (hoes) in this game
but i’m the one who they not about to trick
this a llama wit’ a switch
turn mackk into a john doe
the next day, they forgot about a b*tch
catch me hoppin’ out a whip
clap at everything around these corns
brains all over the wheel
they gon’ need a espn deal to remove mackk’s (max) from around the h*rn
a semi bow!
that n*gga brains gon’ empty out
stomp out myron wit’ a pair of foamposites
this’ll make penny proud!
you n*ggas really clowns!
you ain’t no mothaf*ckin’ mack!
dawg, please…
when i’m in the yak, your baby mama, she call me
she in here sucking d, gettin’ f*cked to sleep, all week
i’m in her f*cking sheets like chuck e. cheese…b*lls deep
large heat! i’m lettin’ lead blam
stomach shot, he need a bedpan
i see you real good at mimicking sh*t
let’s see how you impersonate a dead man!
for that bread, fam’…
n*gga, i done stabbed the best up, and bagged the rest up
if that was unclear…
i’ll gun*b*tt you ‘til this magnum mess up
then you get slashed the f up
now that’s frontier
i got a gun here!
n*gga, i ain’t finna play wit’cha
i get up close on you wit’ a blazer tucked
and send five through the glove like pristavia
n*gga, that’s wild!
whole squad will get clapped down!
hit mackk ribs, take mackk chicken when mackk down
and if y’all think that that’s wild
it’s prince akeem
i’ll twist a stick on whoever that mackk dials (mcdowell’s)!
i’m from the camp, clown!
i’m who they call when these n*ggas not rappin’ right
they always tense up when the tents up…(cabin life!)

(*fonz and mackk myron dap each other up*)

[mackk myron]
(*laughs*)
finally got that sh*t out the way

- urltv lyrics

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