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urltv - bill collector vs. nunn nunn lyrics

[round 1: bill collector]
after that holmzie vs. danny, this might be an ass battle
shhht, my intuition
but if you win, just like that last battle, these two .50’s leave you wit’ a split decision
aye smack after this bro, we gotta argue
i don’t know what to say to this random ass n+gga, who are you?
nah for real, like who’s mans is this?
for real i’m losin’ patience
cause in the terms of personals this sh+t is an orbital inclination
cause he get to rap bout all the sh+t he learned ‘bout me thru years of trials and tribulations
yet y’all don’t inform us on these informants wit’ all our information?
what’s ya information?
what’s ya story?
you can’t just be the most boring guy at the fight?
how the f+ck y’all gonna give mе larry bird after mike?
i turned this sh+t down, y’all had to ask mе twice
y’all forced the plate on me, i said i ain’t want none (nunn), i lost my appetite
it’s crazy how they know that i’m the goat, but you the sacrifice
career wise i done past you twice
i’m better than half the people y’all lettin’ in and most the ones y’all call “veterans”
last battle they said, “bill collector was more disrespectful than he ever been.”
but when pulice disrespected danny’s wife, y’all respected him
conrad murray, i k!lled mike with his own medicine
another white rapper about to be dead again, i should up the taurus
you either goin’ run wit’ da bul or you runnin’ for it
watch a 16 turn to a 32, like f+ck the chorus
wait, this is f+ckin borin’!
i beat young kannon
i beat mike p and y’all n+ggas really turn around and give you me none (nunn) for it
yo, you got mediocre punchlines wit’ sub endurance
your style needs some real tlc for that ‘scrub’ performance
finals comin’, yeah i studied for em’
class in session, we here for a proper discussion
i thought i was the filler bar god, but nah, you the master at dodgin’ the subject
i could’ve schooled you privately but the knowledge is public
what you think you rising so fast for (fasfa)?
they told me leave the students loan cause it’s not in they budget
i wish you would win (woodwind) wit’ all that jazz, shotgun barrel as wide as a trumpet
i, get excited and dump it
whatchu gon’ have?
tink da demon and them behind him or somethin’?
blaow!
when that smoke clears, it’s avocado, you got a bunch of rap n+ggas ridin for nothin’
i am disgusted, and i’m scheming now, drive by slow, i took the scenic route
extended mag’, extra, extra, something to read about
tink jump in?
i grab the revolver… first this b+tch spin on you ballerina style
then the exorcist, this b+tch spin next to take the demon out
he bleedin’ out
this sh+t ’bout as wild as it gets
ain’t you from wilson
you should be used to a menace on the other side of ya fence
time!
[round 2: bill collector]
battle rap got weird bro
y’all really put actors on
arizona don’t cost a dollar no more bro…they put taxes on
you ain’t say nothing different than young kannon or mike p chump
i ain’t heard nothin’ original, but yet y’all hype him up
yo, roc, smack, beas’, y’all really like this stuff?
the same bill flips over & over…like smokey at the ice cream truck
i might bring pumps, the .9 cool, .50 on me, ja rule
squeezin’ out a window like big t at a drive thru
a couple bullets, the first one i shoot, if you don’t drop dude
then the second to nunn (none), like i’m top 2 but i’m not 2
why fool?
y’all really put the battle rap o.d.b. vs. the beastie boy?
this hillbilly live in a trailer park, that’s where i’ll bring the noise
running round, with two arms out, like freakazoid
puttin’ a bald head behind every trailer like, beasley voice
you see the void?
dawg, i’m sorta impatient
tink the demon a mortician, right?
good, that mean the coroners waitin’
i’m suited with three pieces like a formal occasion
the .40, is droppin’ 30 like old jordan was playin’
i’ll shoot ya spine when the .40 is bangin’
put out bucks and got none (nunn) back, like non profit organizations
this is war that you facin’
i dump birds, a hit maker; yung berg
i ain’t tryna give trump words
but y’all both the same, neither one of y’all really deserve one term
this hillbilly got some nerve
it’s backwards, how i put this cal’ of mine (calamine) on a red neck, but son (sun) burn
i’m tryin’ to help nunn learn
that i’m a loud n+gga, i like it quiet though
silencer, grab the potato soon as i eye da hoe (idaho)
you sell weed? well what kind you grow?
whether you do or don’t you look like a leprechaun so takin’ this n+gga pot a goal (gold)
what’s that? a .38 what you poppin’ bro?
i’ll take ya snub snotty, no kid games, but i got your nose
in a rush? kinda bro
i ‘can’t help but wait’ let the trey sing, then ‘i gotta go’
the chopper load, switch the ladder, different banana like platanos
wait, didn’t loso exposed your name is lance, but he wasn’t wildin’ though
they think lance arm+strong now, ‘til these shots wingin’ and leave you flyin’ yo
summa (some’ll) miss and summa (some’ll) impact when i make lance (land) slide from this calico(e)
shot him close, you wonder where the shots land when the thing spark ya?
right on the side of lance, a lot; king arthur
loso somewhere buggin’ out like, “yo, bill flippin’ my sh+t!”
that’s cool loso, mine hit
this my sh+t, so lower ya voice, or i’m loading the toys
you with ya friends? great, you’ll get smoked with ya boys
bill put the lead in the circle next to none (nunn) like a multiple choice
i’m over annoyed, hurt you so bad your soul bleedin’
lift you wit’ a big .40, that’s old english
i ain’t gotta shoot you alone, me and my bro squeezin’
shots rung, and we both got none (nunn), we broke even
[round 3: bill collector]
here where you ’bout to be salty bro
check ya face
me and jaz been cleared that up, you are extra late
this sh+t is going my way it couldn’t be any clearer
you said the hottest man in the tournament i’m facin’ him right now?
i’m not in the mirror
see, there’s a lot of fear in ya heart, you know that you in a lot of danger
i can see in his core he (cory) b+tch, are you not topanga?
been doing my numbers on the low like denominators
in a whole different class cause everything i’m droppin’ major
caught bodies in the first two rounds, just to remind the haters
and this body look exactly the same like a doppelgänger
stop the angles, all you do is punch punch punch, hit or miss, mostly miss, that’s why ya style flawed
what you do different than other rappers that’s not involved?
you see i’ve been different, and standing out made me shine dawg
now i got pull, cause i earned my stripes as the oddball
so stop fraud, n+ggas know i lived a hard life
i done shot, been shot at, beat up n+ggas, and lost fights
been locked up, but you ain’t know ’bout that cause you the soft type
spent half my life in the bullsh+t, you know the charges that bill caught right (cartwright)?
the hard life, what you gon’ rap about, my expert opinion all the sh+t that happened in my past?
all the sh+t we would expect
man i’ll pull a tec, hit yo’ head, shoulders, back, foot and chest
everything on mr. white breaking bad, you see me cookin’ meth?
this fight night, i push on a square, he gettin hooked to death
up the blade, then bill splittin’ like a double date
i’ll run up in yo’ f+ckin’ place, and make you run in place
open up that f+ckin’ safe
you’re like, “i don’t know what you mean homie wait?”
oh you playin’ dummy? straight
since you don’t understand what i’m sayin’…then a nunn see 8 (enunciate)
cousin wait, i been shootin’ since 12, sh+t been that rough
a coocamonga cracker k!ller if ya friends act tough
you and ya homies try to stroll me?
i’ll beat all y’all b+tch ass up
by myself, cause we all know white men can’t jump
but if he woody (would he) snipe’d, soon as he rose he (rosie) felt the heat dump
sh+t start poppin’ from the intro like rerun
everybody wit’ me gon’ squeeze one
get ringed up, all my n+ggas got bill back, like a refund
you checkin’ out, get stomped out, upload the footage, get him viral
don’t bleed on me, cause you look like you use needles without any vinyl
so i got a supa dupa dupa scope, hit him from 50 miles
only let him get this far to show him my semi, final
you get the gist fam’? that’s a choppa with a kickstand
tag after tag after tag, get ya sh+t spammed
face shot, take ya identity, it’s a big scam
put this brother pain on air, think i’m big stan
why you in this tournament bill? i got a big plan
n+ggas know i’m v.i.p., i ain’t have to wrist (risk) banned
party planner bill i been bookin’ for big bands
i just dead put myself on this roster, i’m the 6th man
time

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