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ahat battle league - danny myers vs. unique barrz كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: danny myers]
i like them pants you got on…you rockin’ ’em
you at this battle, but got four kids at home…who watchin’ ’em?
don’t say none of the daddies, ’cause two in jail, one dead, and you don’t know who the other is
you left ’em wit’ yo’ neighbor, and she left ’em wit’ yo’ brother kids
this is what it is
i don’t give a f-ck what this b-tch said
these bars, you can’t withstand
this is ip man versus a kickstand
fat man versus quicksand
lebron versus the sixth man
fif’ blam, i give her half the clip…then i switch hands!
quit playin’!
you tryna battle a man in hopes of beatin’ one
that’s not what’s important…what about keepin’ one?
od, drect, i hope y’all got those cameras open
i’m ’bout to make her understand why she ain’t sh-t but santa’s slogan
you a ho, yo’ mama a ho, and yo’ granny is a paid ho!
and her mama, and the mama before that was a slave ho!
i don’t even know what you doin’ on this stage fo’
n-ggas get ushered into yo’ p-ssy ’cause that’s what it’s made fo’
i’ll lay low, like, “let me get ignorant.”
n-gga, f-ck foul!
only things she got in her purse is some lipstick and a nut towel!
you ain’t gon’ never be sh-t
all you know is county buildings
i’m bringing communities together: i call this sh-t county-building
you done had so much d-ck, it’s not appropriate, kid
she has to wear a pad every day to keep her fallopians in!
they hopin’ she win
she talkin’ ’bout guns, though…who poppin’ ’em!?
you at this battle, but got four kids at home…who watchin’ ’em!?
help me understand this, black woman
i know this ain’t your first battle
but how y’all go from being the backbone of family structure, to tryin’ to win a twerk battle?
my nerves rattled
i love black women, but i can’t f-ck wit’ one
i was birthed by a black woman, but i can’t put my trust in one
y’all used to love yo’ man, get the house clean, have supper done
provide love, care, and guidance from yo’ youngest to yo’ upper sons
black culture is so backwards!
that’s why i’m gettin’ this rookie shot!
yo’ six-year-old can’t say her abcs, but she sure know how to p-ssy-pop!
i hate to even be sayin’ this, but f-ck it, it’s the crazy truth
y’all tell y’all daughters to stay away from men, but send ’em out the house in some daisy dukes!
the hood raised me!
them grape street n-ggas will let ’em sing over the color purple like shug avery!
i’m good, baby
i should throw yo’ rhymes in a trash compactor
then hit her in the face with a saxophone
that’s how you jaz(z) the rapper!
i laugh at b-st-rds
i knew this b-tch was gon’ get barred
i wanna k!ll this new jack in my city so bad, that my d-ck’s hard
should run up on her -ss with a blade and leave her sh-t scarred
these bars are a formula you can’t get off yo’ wic card
i spit sars, lift large gats that i go hard wit’
put you in the ocean, they’ll have to find you wit’ a sonar kit
i know my thugs be all over you
so before these macs see yo’ pad (maxi-pad), i’ll pull some strings befo’ them bloods be all over you
bar god!
listen, i wasn’t even gon’ do fat jokes
but look at yo’ waist distance area
i could drop you from any point in sp-ce, and you still wouldn’t miss (miss) america
now the beauty in that line is what i’m known throughout the country wit’
these metaphors are fine, but let me get to this ugly sh-t
you husky b-tch!
ain’t nothin’ you ever did too important
i hope you’re greeted in heaven by the kids you aborted
i know you, ta’asia, shalalaquilah go to the club
ladies’ night is free, but between y’all, y’all ain’t got over a dub
you takin’ facebook photos wit’ yo’ -ss bent over a scrub
then go home lonely, wit’ no one to love!
that’s ’cause yo’ friend shootin’ game, but she can’t even shoot it right
b-tch ain’t had a man in five years, but she tryna give you advice
i’m stupid nice!
you want them gucci boots…who coppin’ ’em?
you at this battle, but got four kids at home…who watchin’ ’em!?
lemme smell yo’ p-ssy right quick
i know it’s hot, i know we battling, it’s probably sweatin’ down there
but lemme smell yo’ p-ssy right now
(*unique doesn’t answer*)
fine, then
that was a time out, but now it’s time in
you f-ck every nationality on this earth except thai men
you do not have a relationship for the way you try to tie men
yo’ son gon’ be g-y ’cause his daddy don’t put the time in!
i rhyme sin!
who the f-ck is this hoochie playin’ wit’!?
you look like that picture of nicki minaj suckin’ gucci mane d-ck
n-ggas know i got the nicest quotes
normally, i’m nice to folks
but i wish it was back in the day when women didn’t even have the right to vote!
i piped her throat, i was ’bout to f-ck
i was lonely, n-gga
my d-ck came to life and said, “danny, i thought we was homies, n-gga”
but i did it anyway ’cause i heard the p-ssy on this wh0r- is mean
i woke up the next morning, my whole block was quarantined!
she apologized for that sh-t
but f-ck that, i’m still trippin’!
i went to the clinic 20 times last week…and i’m still itchin’!
this is an example why y’all shouldn’t battle grown men
these weaves will extend through yo’ hair – yo’ scalp gotta be sewn in!
i live out here in vegas, but for this battle, i had to be flown in
and right there, at that very moment, you should’ve known it was on then
when it comes to women’s rights, that should be left alone
give women rights
b-tch, i said when it comes to women’s rights, leave the left alone
just give women rights!
where prime at?
prime, you should dim the lights while i’m out here cookin’ this b-tch
so i can stand here and rap in the dark, and not have to look at this b-tch!
i was in the bed with vicki
i said, “what you think about a threesome?”
she said, “of course, player
i’ll do anything for my husband – just bring me home some more papers.”
she said, “who you got in mind?”
i ran down some names, i got to yours later
she packed the kids, moved out, and sent me the divorce papers!
you f-ckin’ b-tch!
y’all probably thinkin’, “d-mn it, he mean!”
she don’t belong in a fantasy – she belongs in a fantasy league!
i make these amateurs bleed, and you on the ground wit’ this sh-t
thank the lord she ain’t got another round of this sh-t!
yikes!

[round 1: unique barrz]
that…that wasn’t enough
if you would’ve touched me this battle, you would’ve end up in a long box
it’s not a game
guns behind the scene, you’ll get seen runnin’ through ya block like 40 glocc
unrecognizable in the morning
ya face’ll wake up puffy like sean combs’ alarm clock
n-gga, i got ties up and down my five
i’ll put some money on your head
your song is over
get faded out like o-red
over these beats or in these streets? my n-gga, you dead
i’ll put the pump between your b-cups
the pellets’ll come out your back like spider legs
you dj red alert in-the-face-lookin’–ss n-gga!
let me open up h-ll’s gates
and stop goin’ to these high school parties givin’ these young girls roofies
rape is f-ckin’ rape!
this n-gga stay on penicillin
nurses give myers more (maya moore) shots than a uconn highlight tape
n-gga, you know me, you seen the footage – i’m h-lla rude
but these hands’ll make your b-tch sit still
bar god?…bar god?
n-gga, f-ck ya bars!
i’ll talk through your whole verse like math hoffa did ill will
i keep steel twins, one black and the other one silver
those is my b-tches, my brah (bra), i keep the ladies concealed
my hood been real
paramedics can’t come through, ’cause the young boys got the block policed
shots from that deuce-deuce will pierce your ribs
the bullets will sit in that cage like a parakeet
no sympathy, my heart is f-ckin’ black
now i wanna gun for you
runnin’ towards you wit’ my arms out like a kid whose dad just came home from iraq
yeah, it’s like that
my pen is f-ckin’ fire, hard to extinguish
northwest coast: i write raps in olde english
you makin’ them gun shapes wit’ ya fingers, but you mockin’ me
the real guns will come out for that retaliation
this n-gga think he movin’ mountains?
well, i got a casket him’ll lay in (himalayan)
your whole family play in living color
when that pipe lift, like white chicks, you’ll be undercover

- ahat battle league

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