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World War III
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VI Seconds
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{UNFINISHED} Oh gawd, father, what have we done? Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run But nobody is escaping the eye, but the all-seeing ones above Yeah me and VI, we meet again Round three ain't the same as a brawl This time we coming for y'all I put the clip in the Mac, pass it to VI and he draws He puts that gun to your jaw (duh, duh) Like the hair of Rapunzel, you fall Rappin underdog, collab on a song On- on- on- on- Once upon a time in like 96', when I was a tiny sh*t Born into the world, and the doctors said I was a whiny kid Cried a bit, then I tried to spit Yeah I admit my first words were something like "Flibbity Hibbity" Ch- ch- ch- ch- Choppa flow, when I lock and load, my sh*t is unstoppable All I ever wanted was my momma to be proud All my life I had anxiety that I would let her down Watch her break her back to make a check It hurts so bad I bounce From the couch, out the motherf**king house Since the motherf**king doors shutted, I been cold-blooded Growing up with like no money Without a full stomach, made me so hungry So f**k a candy bar, I only eat the wrappers I decapitate em', no channing, and turning MC Back was still as spleen, fractures I leave, cashes in meets Scratches as I'm relapsing, I caffeine capsules I wreak havoc Clock is ticking I yawn ya Tick-tick I rap long ya All I ever do is get up on the mic And murder every single song yeah Motherf**ker we is reckless, no diss record Just Luke Gawne and VI Seconds, gotta respect it Rappers in my scope, I got a lot Yeah I lost to VI, he's the GAWD But y'all must've forgot, ah Ya'll must've forgot I don't sneak diss little pussies you'll get popped Don't confuse this sh*t, when it comes to battle rap There's not a dude besides VI on this YouTube sh*t That can go against me and not lose real quick That includes Munfo, and that Scru Face (b*t*h) Ya'll are f**kbuddies, damn it's no wonder you're butthurt Scru, this ain't Upchurch, I'll expose pussies like upskirts If country singers making you lose, then come at Shaq one more time and I'll make you No Life Scru Half you motherf**kers ain't rappers, you're reactors Like Joe Budden when he's podcasting That rap-hat of yours is on backwards, I'm sick of talkin' Let's get to rapping I'm sick of tweetin' you all cappin' Better call the cabin, go fall back, like Trick or Treatin' It was all sweet till' I light you up, like a Jack O' Lantern I feed em' that, eating that, believe in that I'm not leaving them see (MC) With an L.O.S.E and the heated battle em' Elementary level of rappers All I needed to get beat from you kettle I wreak the havoc, never cease till' I see the maggots Eat com-b*st*rds, f**king with the most ceased erratic MC ever But I seek the damage How many rappers murdered? Put the bodies in the bag They diseased I amerced the more sh*t Ah they got C-1 Squirmen, It's Dax So should we leave them breathing, or unleash the demon Lurking peace on earth is slowly fleeding World War III is certain, cuz' these MC's are blind Am I skilled, they can not see (Nazi) like Germans
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