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ibattle – jeffrey vs. king jables lyrics

[round 1: jeffrey]
i said, it’s cody cyrus, i go the wildest
cold and stylish, pr+ne to violence
fully irish, own a island, know the pilot
wanna go? no, it’s private!
idiot…your little forehead beard is weird
you ain’t f+ckin’ wit’ cody
you’se a customer, homie
king jables? more like uncle jabroni
see, jeff cool, but i’m shifty
you might find your wife wit’ me
get home early, she in bed poppin’ a box like rice krispies…the cereal
i hope she ain’t got nothin’ venereal
she sucked my d+ck one time
619, had her neck on the rope like rey mysterio
yeah, that little dirty b+tch…
the way she talked really was odd
she asked me to pick where i shoot the kids like city of god
i said, “your face, b+tch”, but that talk ain’t s+xy
you know how cody do+
sike! this whole time it’s been jeffrey!
my disguise the best
no, this guy’s the best
i diss guys in disguise + put this guy to rest
no, i put this guy in the sky
give this guy the check
had a wig on and wigged on this guy and left
(+snap+) f+ck, i just pointed right
but i’m known to fight, let’s roll the dice
got a one+track mind…
your time is tickin’ like open mics
i’m so precise
i hold the knife, poke and slice ya hopeless life
bring the static like poltergeist
‘til you flop and turn in the river like…poker night!
tiger king: y’all know my stripes
(+growls, or rather meows+)

[round 1: king jables]
they gave us 90s, but you dead in 60
y’all heard of jeff novitsky? ufc?
well, you passin’ that drugz (drugs) test was iffy
weapon wit’ me, got a box on the way that fits you
a casket, just jeff in, but i ain’t playin’ wit’ you
a blade’ll hit you like wes snipes, neck slice
them disses you send? dead it (synthetic), p+ssy, like fleshlights
or i’mma pull a strap, and dirt somethin’
your skull’ll crack
he gotta get surgery, wake up wit’ his mullet back
he be on some funny sh+t, rappin’ about money spent
and he f+cked my girl?
wait ‘til i find out which one he meant!
it’d be like deer pheromones: 100 sent (a hunted scent)
throw a bullet, then i’m curvin’ a case on some wanted sh+t!
he want wreck airin’
tec flarin’, flesh tearin’
i’ll break the instrument on his head: he jeff jarrett!
a band on him!
since he maneuver all tough
find the apartment jeff is in (jeffersons), then we movin’ on up
to the next mission, the tecs liftin’
y’all know how epstein didn’t k!ll himself? i’ll leave jeff missin’!
we bred different
you’ll get wrecked, listen
fresh victim
they find his head in the fridge up in jeff’s kitchen
but let’s switch it!
it’s gon’ get ruthless after this
i’m talkin’ ladders droppin’ like roofing accidents
catch him working out, it don’t matter who yo’ ass is wit’!
boy, i’m solo, so n0body see me shootin’ at the gym
and that’s king sh+t, man

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