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urltv - mr. biscuit vs. king moneyy lyrics

[round 1: mr. biscuit]
don’t we all got one friend named king moneyy at this rate?
and don’t they all got high school hustles like dirt weed and mixtapes!?
ain’t they proud to be in jail!?
got they cell block tatted on they arm sleeve
don’t they ask to borrow what you don’t wanna loan (want alone) like the car keys!?
rappers named moneyy be broke…the façade ain’t sl!ck
he prob’ly got a daughter named mercedes and a car named vic
he forgot it’s the west turn (western)? this a john wayne fl!ck
so if i ain’t picked, the platform stupid like kanye kicks!
if king moneyy put his hands up, i’ll flatten him early
come get burned by the right like a kaepernick jersey!
you got a pistol, right? he’ll brandish it early
his gun so fake, if i put my hand to the birdie
the barrel’ll bend backwards for me like a family attorney
i’m outstandin’!
if i could put the time on the scale where i’d dead you frauds
i could probably weigh the (wait a) year in pounds like a rescue dog
son, i’m a mexican parent
they notice how i address you wrong
the only time you pull somethin’ is if you flex too long
you said, “double barrel look like i’m aimin’ a pool stick!?”
what kind of double barrel looks like you aimin’ a pool stick!?
what kind of baseball bats are y’all playin’ pool wit’+!?
i’m through wit’ actors!
everybody in his movement scatters
my double barrel look like i’m holdin’ two pool sticks backwards
homie, listen!
right now you’re in no condition to go the distance
i make examples outta rappers
his new name’ll be “so for instance…”
the drive alone will off+road entire (tire) marks like road collisions
you charged up? cool
i’m charged up too
i guess we co+defendants
first we’ll jack you for yo’ hoopty, then we scram
just to leave the kid bucket+less (list): disneyland
he’ll (heel) get suited up in the ring: vince mcmahon
why y’all loan me money(y)? i ain’t got no business playin’ (plan)!
man, listen…my name biscuit, but it’s really lamont, though
that means “mountain”
i don’t just k!ll ’em, i’m kilimanjaro
what you are is extra baggage, you’ll sit wit’ the cargo
what i am is on (amazon) prime…you’ll get it tomorrow
i hate to murder a brother, but his victory i can’t enable (cain and abel) happenin’
you was never airin’ (aaron) rods, and you not still (steal) like the eighth commandment
is this an egyptian slave, or prison visit day?
’cause this the room you embrace the famine (fam’ in)
i go at king caesar
for any threat nero transmit (neurotransmit), he’ll need his brain examined
he a lamb to the slaughter, b
honestly
sacrificin’ him doesn’t bother me
to the altar he goes (alter egos) like bruce wayne during a robbery
we don’t buy bull (bible)
when we write, the greatest book
and we’ll jump a liar (jambalaya) like a cajun cook
and that’s point…blank like, “ha+ha! made you look!”
so when i spit these accomplishments, be quick to acknowledge it
or get hit wit’ a ugly combo: religion and politics!
you know the only way this gon’ look good for you tonight, pal?
start rewritin’ yo’ next round…right now
[round 1: king moneyy]
i said, finally…they got moneyy back on the stage again
all that mean to me is real n+ggas is back to gettin’ paid again
y’all like his style of rap
yeah, his lines add up, but his feeling don’t give me no rage within
i mean, it was known i got the grip inside
no knife, but the ‘k was in
you see the difference in the cadencin’?
for the paper, line him up: i’ll staple him
and put a hole through his entire body: i’ll everything+bagel him!
but i get it, though
for battle rap to grow, you gotta have different flows
i rap about guns, and he rap about yu+gi+oh!
you rap about what you watch, i rap about my life
i couldn’t tell y’all who super saiyan is
that just ain’t my type
the only anime (anna mae) i knew got her ass beat by ike!
you see how i put yo’ life and my life and intertwined it clever!?
that’s battle rap
not sayin’ a bunch of f+ckin’ words we don’t know and cartoons that rhyme together!
but i get it
if that’s what y’all like, cool
i’m a man wit’ different hats
all that tough guy sh+t? i’m not into that
so please don’t o.d. (odie)
i’m garfield: i’m not the friendly cat!
i don’t shoot from far
i’ll fire on his whole car like a n+gga driftin’
at this range, i’m martin payne: i won’t miss a (mr.) biscuit!
it’s a wrap!
off my presence a+ what!?
i said, it’s a (w)rap!
off my presence (presents) alone, a n+gga gifted!
lung shot, the fun stops soon as i enter missions (intermission)!
the fif’ is glistenin’, that’s ’cause it got blood on it
i ain’t a battle rapper, i’m a thug’s poet
a few screws loose, but they all bolted

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