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ball hogg entertainment - danny myers vs. turk lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
y’all heard on that bullsh+t he just said, right?
this n+gga swear to god he dead nice
me and yo’ b+tch, just like that coinflip, i got head twice
b+tch ass n+gga get his squad ate
n+gga just said somethin’ about the beastie boys until we rob base
bar god
let me guess, he be with steel
i need all y’all to keep it real
has he put in more work for indiana than ceph and mills?
see how my bars be concealed? he gettin’ hit with a lotta lines
basically my hooligans will bend both ends of his spine until the column binds (columbine)
this wasn’t even ‘bout no dollar signs, y’all seen the first flyer, but thеy got me a n+gga from obscurity
any time you find a substitute for grams you dilutе the purity
now this might be a stretch for some
but when give the people fake dope you lose clientele tryin’ to get them extra crumbs
my pen game is next to none
this battle? no appealing move
i never had no aspirations for college but i’m going straight to k!lling u (you)
my og said, “shooting a man with a gun ain’t sayin’ you are sk!lled
you gotta use the knife with yo’ hand on any man you’ll (manual) k!ll
y’all need to give me an annual meal
we let deserts spit, got tecs to grip, military weapon kits
hand grenades, machetes, sir plus (surplus) a whole bunch of extra sh+t
the .9 heavy, or i can peel his top with a fine dezi
i switch gears and change the kicks everyday, i’m don freshi
we’ll come to ya funeral, you’ll get hit with a few slugs
you’ll roll over in ya casket, that means someone alive did some sh+t you didn’t approve of
with a few slugs, we liftin’ turk wit’ it
they don’t know what was said between us, so they let his miss interpret (misinterpret)
ya skin’ll get ripped in cursive, we’ll sever ya serious
first he was bleeding, then he stopped bleeding…that sh+t looked irregular…period
y’all ever went home with the stress?
you ever felt like no atonement was left?
life is hard, some n+ggas smile at the moment of death
i want my respect, you getting buried with the hammer
word to my n+gga geechi they gone find you in gary, indiana
f+ck that, i need to be takin’ vacations instead of perfect angles
so as far as bodies, y’all gone find turks in caicos
i work the tre though
when i untuck he faint
if he don’t die he got a lucky saint
before y’all can say “he can rap”
baow! no the f+ck he can’t
bar god!
i’ll slap the sh+t out you, then ask you “sin’t you embarrassed?”
he screamin’ “mercy! mercy!” (merci), what you think (thank) you in paris?
my children are angels to cherish
which gives those angles no merit
i deal with b+tches like you and still try to finagle a marriage
bro, this battle is yo’ story, i’m just able to share it
when it comes to originality, what you bring to the table? compare it
this why these n+ggas careers backfire in rap
a puncher from the mid+west? we got mackk myron for that
look at how myers can rap
this game how you conduct things
coming up with a bunch of punches doesn’t put you in an up swing
what up king?
this all you brought for a big name?
desert eagle and the sig’ flame
i’ll put a triangle, all in black face, we playing squid games
what’s this kid’s name? you expected a bunch of ca$h money and turk flips?
the moment they sent that deposit the only thing i needed to work with
you getting hurt b+tch, the .9 shootin’, my mind movin’
i’ll erase his whole image out the game like john gruden
n+gga, study the legends, you gon’ make a fine student
them weak ass level of punches ain’t the same thing that fonz doin’
you need to fine tune it, i’m tryna give this cat advice
the moment you become rich you’ll (ritual) be set up for a sacrifice
i ain’t never seen a n+gga ever last in life
but they want you to believe we’ll have everlasting life
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
n+gga, i been vocal with ya
i took a plane for enternational (international) and still wound up with a local n+gga
i just smoked you n+gga, 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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