CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Danny Myers vs. Reepah Rell
I needed rest and relaxation...after years of going bar for bar
But I entered this tourney to put in work..and they still gave me R&R
I'll put you where the martyrs are, some n***as deserve Hell
These first 2 gon' feel like a sub'...it gets shocking by the third Rell (rail)
I'll pull a Sig' first, and keep squeezin' til his wig burst
Even if I miss, the echo'll f**k you up like it did Surf
They know the kid's worth, they gone lace me with the bread
I popped up at his crib for all the crazy sh*t he said
Saw that b*t*h that be watching ya son
BAOW
.380 hit her head
Lil' n***a, Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead
Death doesn't stay there, I'll pull up to ya other child's daycare
Kill 'em then hide the baby inside the dresser, I really think this way fair (Wayfair)
Say player, who ill as this?
First I made sure the children hit
Now the pistol leanin' against Rell (rail) like it's feelin' sick
I'll peel his sh*t, squeeze a TEC, bleed to death, he a mess
These bullets gone take back anything Ree' possess (repossess)
That lil' hoe you f**k with ain't as clean as you think
That b*t*h can dismantle a pipe like she dropped her ring in the sink
Now she clingin' to me, I tell her, "Go 'head broad"
She used to suck me back in the day, but that's old head bars
Bar God!
I'm here to keep those racks
That's why they're filmin' me talkin' to the Reaper like Meet Joe Black
I'm on Long Island, where Reepah at?
I said I'd keep the beef intact
I let it sing, everybody from ya set die, and I can find Glee in that
b*t*h keep it rap, or get stomped out, I'll f**k ya world up
My feet'll (fetal) position ya body to where it curls up
You'll earl bruh, I hold the gun c*cked tight
I'm pullin' the handle like I ain't time the car's unlock right
You on that Ong Bak hype
I'll cut ya head off, then Molotov you
I would take a photograph for proof, but something looks OFF about you
You soft, I doubt you...with the sh*t
Cause any beef discussion
Will lead to head trauma, I call that a Reaper-cussion (repercussion)
Heater bustin'
And he on the ground with this sh*t
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this sh*t, Yikes
But I entered this tourney to put in work..and they still gave me R&R
I'll put you where the martyrs are, some n***as deserve Hell
These first 2 gon' feel like a sub'...it gets shocking by the third Rell (rail)
I'll pull a Sig' first, and keep squeezin' til his wig burst
Even if I miss, the echo'll f**k you up like it did Surf
They know the kid's worth, they gone lace me with the bread
I popped up at his crib for all the crazy sh*t he said
Saw that b*t*h that be watching ya son
BAOW
.380 hit her head
Lil' n***a, Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead
Death doesn't stay there, I'll pull up to ya other child's daycare
Kill 'em then hide the baby inside the dresser, I really think this way fair (Wayfair)
Say player, who ill as this?
First I made sure the children hit
Now the pistol leanin' against Rell (rail) like it's feelin' sick
I'll peel his sh*t, squeeze a TEC, bleed to death, he a mess
These bullets gone take back anything Ree' possess (repossess)
That lil' hoe you f**k with ain't as clean as you think
That b*t*h can dismantle a pipe like she dropped her ring in the sink
Now she clingin' to me, I tell her, "Go 'head broad"
She used to suck me back in the day, but that's old head bars
Bar God!
I'm here to keep those racks
That's why they're filmin' me talkin' to the Reaper like Meet Joe Black
I'm on Long Island, where Reepah at?
I said I'd keep the beef intact
I let it sing, everybody from ya set die, and I can find Glee in that
b*t*h keep it rap, or get stomped out, I'll f**k ya world up
My feet'll (fetal) position ya body to where it curls up
You'll earl bruh, I hold the gun c*cked tight
I'm pullin' the handle like I ain't time the car's unlock right
You on that Ong Bak hype
I'll cut ya head off, then Molotov you
I would take a photograph for proof, but something looks OFF about you
You soft, I doubt you...with the sh*t
Cause any beef discussion
Will lead to head trauma, I call that a Reaper-cussion (repercussion)
Heater bustin'
And he on the ground with this sh*t
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this sh*t, Yikes
