urltv - fonz vs. mackk myron 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
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