URLtv - Danny Myers vs. Fonz
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{round 1: danny myers}
They want $2000 a month for a 1 bedroom, you pay on time, they raise the rent a couple grand more!/
You can clearly hear your neighbors after you shut the damn door/
They don’t fix the heating, plumbing, you like what the fuck i’m paying for?/
Aye smack, i got a hundred reasons i’m finna punch a land lord!/
I’ll kill em proper, creep up on the this nigga with the chopper/
Fuck an agreement, i just move in on the land lord, i’m a squatter!/
Check my posture, i got em in the crosshairs, this what war is like/
The scope is for outta town niggas, it’s a tourist sight (site)!/
Or this taurus might, hit em, rip his ligaments separate/
I’m shootin at the land lord backwards from a tenants (tenets) perspective!/
Give it a second, lyrically i’ma go in with ya/
But more importantly than flipping ya name, i’m tryna make sure this fo’ ends (fonz) niggas!/
I’m from the low end nigga, my young boys’ll hawk em down for me/
Bald head slam em on the hood of his car, “who’s the baller now wardy!”/
This gone get all around gory, i couldn’t wait to go to war with you/
Bullets have his car looking like some shit out of a video game, that’s what fours‘ll (forza) do!/
Of course if you-, realize ya moves too pitiful/
You’d be at a higher spot, you dudes too miserable/
My views too visceral, i use two pistols to do you critical /
The pin break off in the toy and you die, it’s a voodoo ritual!/
I don’t give a fuck who you listen to, after you won that 25k, you was supposed to hide off in the tuck/
Now we finna rob the pastor live on camera for flossin’ too much!/
You be talkin’ you tough, he’ll get stretched if he try it/
I’ll pistol whip you, screw on the silencer, then…man let me be quiet!/
Riot, what i drew carey (carry) more than 9 seasons, squeezin’ ‘til his breathin’ stops/
I’ll hit with em ‘bout 3, 4, cleveland rocks!/
Ima kill you, they gone lock me in a cell with rage/
A young nigga gone come in as my bunkee, and he’ll say/
“why they got on death row og?”, and i’ll tell em “hey-“/
I took these two hands, spinned the block, and hell was raised!/
I think back to my sellin’ days, i touched the type of dope kingpins in harlem handle/
I had a plug from miami, who had the aura of a godfather , he wore a jersey with the marlin brand though (brando)!/
I done been through all the scandals, they let holmzie beat me a parappa da rapper bar, that’s how i knew you niggas was lame/
I was karate chopping onions soon as i entered the game!/
Shit is insane, i done been through the pain, for real homie/
Like helping a nigga get cheese with sonic speed…then he tells (tails) on me!/
You won’t knuckle up, that’s how i know he wasn’t built/
Doing all that stupid reaching, that’s what got stoney brother killed!/
I won’t get caught without one, i will end these niggas/
Just the thought of giant slugs taking me underground gives me tremors!/
They say beef with dog spooky, i’m old school squeezin’ off uzis/
With tape on the cartridge, we grew up dubbing vcr movies!/
They said all i did was punch, so i stopped it/
I went to the next level inside my mind and i unlocked it!/
This a ponzi scheme with fonz and me, at this point niggas is bottom feedin’/
A lotta reasons, how he is this phenomenal rap rhymin’ genius?/
This the dawn of jesus, what i speak spirals life into existence/
My speech patterns the fibonacci sequence!/
This can not be defense, he telling me to block punches when i can shoulder roll/
Weave intricate patterns like a totem pole!/
I told em bro, these are secrets that i’ll lend once, he seems hopeless/
This the matrix “dial in punch” with the force of a shaolin monk with the chi focused!/
Heat scopes and snubs and beams, blood and screams/
I’m from a sub machine gun regime/
Plug his spleen, riddle him with clips/
Tuskegee airmen, ya whole squad gone be known for getting shot with some experimental shit!/
You ain’t lyrical as this, and you on the ground with this shit/
This whack mc got another 2 rounds of this shit, yikes!/
{round 1: danny myers}
They want $2000 a month for a 1 bedroom, you pay on time, they raise the rent a couple grand more!/
You can clearly hear your neighbors after you shut the damn door/
They don’t fix the heating, plumbing, you like what the fuck i’m paying for?/
Aye smack, i got a hundred reasons i’m finna punch a land lord!/
I’ll kill em proper, creep up on the this nigga with the chopper/
Fuck an agreement, i just move in on the land lord, i’m a squatter!/
Check my posture, i got em in the crosshairs, this what war is like/
The scope is for outta town niggas, it’s a tourist sight (site)!/
Or this taurus might, hit em, rip his ligaments separate/
I’m shootin at the land lord backwards from a tenants (tenets) perspective!/
Give it a second, lyrically i’ma go in with ya/
But more importantly than flipping ya name, i’m tryna make sure this fo’ ends (fonz) niggas!/
I’m from the low end nigga, my young boys’ll hawk em down for me/
Bald head slam em on the hood of his car, “who’s the baller now wardy!”/
This gone get all around gory, i couldn’t wait to go to war with you/
Bullets have his car looking like some shit out of a video game, that’s what fours‘ll (forza) do!/
Of course if you-, realize ya moves too pitiful/
You’d be at a higher spot, you dudes too miserable/
My views too visceral, i use two pistols to do you critical /
The pin break off in the toy and you die, it’s a voodoo ritual!/
I don’t give a fuck who you listen to, after you won that 25k, you was supposed to hide off in the tuck/
Now we finna rob the pastor live on camera for flossin’ too much!/
You be talkin’ you tough, he’ll get stretched if he try it/
I’ll pistol whip you, screw on the silencer, then…man let me be quiet!/
Riot, what i drew carey (carry) more than 9 seasons, squeezin’ ‘til his breathin’ stops/
I’ll hit with em ‘bout 3, 4, cleveland rocks!/
Ima kill you, they gone lock me in a cell with rage/
A young nigga gone come in as my bunkee, and he’ll say/
“why they got on death row og?”, and i’ll tell em “hey-“/
I took these two hands, spinned the block, and hell was raised!/
I think back to my sellin’ days, i touched the type of dope kingpins in harlem handle/
I had a plug from miami, who had the aura of a godfather , he wore a jersey with the marlin brand though (brando)!/
I done been through all the scandals, they let holmzie beat me a parappa da rapper bar, that’s how i knew you niggas was lame/
I was karate chopping onions soon as i entered the game!/
Shit is insane, i done been through the pain, for real homie/
Like helping a nigga get cheese with sonic speed…then he tells (tails) on me!/
You won’t knuckle up, that’s how i know he wasn’t built/
Doing all that stupid reaching, that’s what got stoney brother killed!/
I won’t get caught without one, i will end these niggas/
Just the thought of giant slugs taking me underground gives me tremors!/
They say beef with dog spooky, i’m old school squeezin’ off uzis/
With tape on the cartridge, we grew up dubbing vcr movies!/
They said all i did was punch, so i stopped it/
I went to the next level inside my mind and i unlocked it!/
This a ponzi scheme with fonz and me, at this point niggas is bottom feedin’/
A lotta reasons, how he is this phenomenal rap rhymin’ genius?/
This the dawn of jesus, what i speak spirals life into existence/
My speech patterns the fibonacci sequence!/
This can not be defense, he telling me to block punches when i can shoulder roll/
Weave intricate patterns like a totem pole!/
I told em bro, these are secrets that i’ll lend once, he seems hopeless/
This the matrix “dial in punch” with the force of a shaolin monk with the chi focused!/
Heat scopes and snubs and beams, blood and screams/
I’m from a sub machine gun regime/
Plug his spleen, riddle him with clips/
Tuskegee airmen, ya whole squad gone be known for getting shot with some experimental shit!/
You ain’t lyrical as this, and you on the ground with this shit/
This whack mc got another 2 rounds of this shit, yikes!/
