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Danny Myers vs Jose Cuervo
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Before I, spit these bars to the finish I was gon' nut in her mouth behind the buildin' when I was talkin' to b*t*h I thought she was tryin' to rep' this league cause she tried to block it like this Now usually when a guy my caliber battle one of y'all, they be callin' y'all "No Names" Not me, I don't know faces, I don't know names But I know pain, I focus my target and let the fo' bang A piece of his wig is what every n***a in this row gain (Rogaine) I could beam you, but this long a** blade is going clean through Stab you in front of this audience, they won't even react when you scream too (Scream 2) I bring the team through, we pull up and they sprayin' yo' way My Sharks guns long as Hockey sticks, f**k is you sayin' (San) Jose ? I got cla**ics in like eight markets, yet still to this day I'm a hate target They can never keep me tied down, yet somehow that escapes artists I was gone fly out here with some mo' n***as, and squeeze like the cartridge got no limit But I'm by myself, and unafraid, cause yo name got "ho" in it Where is ya pen game? It's nothin' but a bunch of filler These punches the end, like when yo b*t*h say "That's why I'm f**kin' another n***a." B*t*h I'ma sock yo' a** one time, it ain't gone be nothin' dramatic So get cracked, then go take care of yo' business like a functioning addict I'm on hunting grounds, soon as him and his buddies found, I'ma cut 'em down The knife from the stomach to the jugular makes a ugly sound T**le this battle Cast Away, and I'm Tom Hanks Cause I'ma take off from Memphis but be remembered for a bloody round Bar God I abuse an enemy Everything from yo' mouth is a**...Human Centipede The pistol quiet, suppression on the gat exclusively I'll murder you in silence like depression does the black community He lacks the fluency, y'all gone see this n***a die The blade split em in two different people, it's just this gem and I (Gemini) Him and I? No backin' down I sent blood to ancestry.com...no matches found Am I even human? It's uncertain Mathematic probability says this many bars shouldn't even be inside of one person Gun squirtin', he want war then I Dunkirk him I run certain projectiles through his body til they unearth him I keep a journal of every n***a I killed, I'm a cold specialist They in tip top shape, every rifle I load excellent No names are written down, only coordinates, dates, and times Ya boy got a book of numbers like the Old Testament I'm so set for this, I stay ready far as the drama goes Draw somethin', the 12 come out first, we playin' Dominoes Vaminos, plenty shots, run up him on with the semi c*cked Bullets puttin' Venom in his body like a Symbiote Ain't no survivin' nothin' , if you ain't dead, we comin' back with the Glock The lick'll (liquor) burn ya chest, and we chasin' Jose after the shot After you rot, my n***as at yo' grave...they ain't finished shootin' We get the green light, the job is done, we don't give excuses Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? (I do!) But f**k tryna convince a student How 'bout I introduce him to this carbon fiber fin infusion and send em to it My pen is ruthless, and you on the ground with this sh*t This wack MC got another two rounds of this sh*t Yikes! Hundred shots, my n***as ain't gone paint you very pretty For that I.C.E., Jose wouldn't be safe in a sanctuary city I'm on a solo quest My face change while standin' over the body like when Bruce Lee stomped on Bolo chest Bar God! It's him and his wife, I creep in the house with the little heat Put one in his head, then f**k up her scalp if his widow peak I got guns from the Middle East, but I enforce the gift with the hands I got a Trump uppercut that's forcin' n***as to stand My brother said "Dan...teach him, this a rookie " Get the strap and bust faster than the first time Street Hymns get some pu**y I hit ya chest up with hella sh*t Y'all thought Tennessee was gone take me to another place like Arrested Development ? I'm destined for excellence, this is vacay season One man gone make it feel like a melee beatin' I be on y'all Facebook page, they stay beefin' The group gone quit f**kin' with Cuervo like a AA meetin' Yo’b*t*h left me with blue balls, that ho was playin', that's a mean child But yo’mama snatched the pain out my nuts like The Green Mile I'm obscene, foul, savage, I'm a one stop vandal I'll nut in ya b*t*h, then wipe it out with ya daughter lunchbox handle Now that's a scandal, f**ked up from various degrees Cause when you think about it...now they both carryin' my seed I am indeed, one of the most brutal and disrespectful, I'll kick ya nephew Lift the special, ya spirit left you, if this connect, it'll disconnect you Desert Eagle, you'll hear the bird hummin', shots soundin' like a herd comin' In the back of my mind, I always wanted to f**k with this pu**y...like a third cousin Purge somethin', big strap, I penalize when they after me Shots just let this n***a fall like I couldn't memorize the fatality My Crip uncles said "Go out there and gat 'em cuz" You'll be...one with the Earth...like Adam was Where the f**k is yo’ battle buzz? I gotta murder you divas You said you never heard of JC and O Red? They never heard of you neither I said you was dope, I only said that...so n***as be deceived I told AC, I needed to vent, and this would be a breeze 3 of these...hit ya skull...ain't no dodgin' a TEC Once my camp sight (site) this n***a, bullets get lodged in ya neck I'll die for respect, it's no way I'ma stop Throw you off a mountain...I like my Jose on the rocks My bro stay with a Glock, my white goon... he don't use Ninas White dude, in ya backyard with a pole, he the pool cleaner Tool beam ya, n***as know I'm spazzin' to the death Once you feel D tension (detention), you'll know I'm in a cla** by myself You got the message wrong 'Brenda's Baby' didn't die in the trash, it survived cause yo’ rap book kept it warm Weapon drawn, I'll only got the fifth to this punk I would've brought my elephant gun but it wouldn't fit in the trunk This b*t*h'll get slumped, and you on the ground with this sh*t This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this sh*t Yikes! Five dumpin', b*t*h run up and try somethin' You'll have to wait, 'til the hole f**kin' close (clothes) up like dry humpin' I'll gun this b*t*h myself Me grabbin' the gun handle, makes me realize we all come to grips with death Youngin this what's left, I am giving you a blood test You named yourself after a liquor and ain't got a buzz yet? I stood over my cousin grave I heard a voice whisper "This the only time you n***as'll be above death." This for every thinker I'll grab a wine gla**, and bottle a Jose like a heavy drinker I'm a real lyricist If it's just me and you, and I shoot you in Tennessee (Ten'll see) it's still witnesses Memphis n***as go through real sh*t, when beef on they lettin K's roar You rap about Marvel comics, why the f**k you in that phase for (four) Let's wage war, hunting knife, I get up close and skin 'em all the way Memphis ain't seen a better slasher since Penny Hardaway Let's do it the harder way, sniper rifle, you'll get peeled from a roof I was a Professional before Leon taught Matilda to shoot Don't you own a studio? And you let this f**ker rehearse? You'll be getting punched in the booth and you ain't f**k up ya verse My cut up is worse, I'll slice a Nike sign in ya face with eight slashes Then I'll reach in and take something out the check like state taxes I'll switch the red beam with a green one, then pop it yo’ way It's only right I put something lime on top of Jose I am the GOAT, you n***as'll never humble me I'm on my third round of Jose, yet a n***a still stumble free You was the champ of this league, but ain’t been on SMACK, so how this b*t*h the nicest? Oh I get it, Dutch been selling Jose on the low, he ain't got a liquor license This a crisis, run in his house and leave his sister lifeless Me cuttin' his tongue out is the start, y'all ain't seen a lick of violence I been to every league except this one, I ain't got a stage left I was raw every time, I'm scared to take a AIDS test Chunky .40, deuce deuce, this sh*t'll take ya life You'll only see the little one for a second, like visitation rights I spit that demonstration nice, my last bar was according to... Everyone that drinks, cause they know Jose ain't 40 proof Bar God! Yo’ b*t*h a sl*t, I'm givin' her proper d**k though I'm gettin' head comin' down the stairs Apocalypto I c*ck the pistol, ya street cred is not official You rap about comics, but this the first time you got the issue But you can keep that ho, she a thot and I hate the b*t*h I'll poisonous gas both of y'all...it's a toxic relationship The weapon heavy, I spot this n***a you'll see me runnin' with it He ain't seen a big b*t*h, give him rounds like this since B Gunna did it We punish n***as, sh*t get spooky then shells fire Something dark wig on this b*t*h head like Elvira You can tell Myers...don't play, and you on the ground with this sh*t Thank the Lord he don't got another round of this sh*t Yikes!
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