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lirik lagu iron mouth battle league – danny myers vs jose cuervo

[round 1: danny myers]
before i, spit these bars to the finish
[?]
i was gon’ nut in her mouth behind the buildin’ when i was talkin’ to b-tch
i thought she was tryin’ to rep’ this league cause she tried to block it like this
now usually when a guy my caliber battle one of y’all, they be callin’ y’all “no names”
not me, i don’t know faces, i don’t know names
but i know pain, i focus my target and let the fo’ bang
a piece of his wig is what every n-gga in this row gain (rogaine)
i could beam you, but this long -ss blade is going clean through
stab you in front of this audience, they won’t even react when you scream too (scream 2)
i bring the team through, we pull up and they sprayin’ yo’ way
my sharks guns long as hockey sticks, f-ck is you sayin’ (san) jose ?
i got cl-ssics in like eight markets, yet still to this day i’m a hate target
they can never keep me tied down, yet somehow that escapes artists
i was gone fly out here with some mo’ n-ggas, and squeeze like the cartridge got no limit
but i’m by myself, and unafraid, cause yo name got “ho” in it
where is ya pen game? it’s nothin’ but a bunch of filler
these punches the end, like when yo b-tch say “that’s why i’m f-ckin’ another n-gga.”
b-tch i’ma sock yo’ -ss one time, it ain’t gone be nothin’ dramatic
so get cracked, then go take care of yo’ business like a functioning addict
i’m on hunting grounds, soon as him and his buddies found, i’ma cut ’em down
the knife from the stomach to the jugular makes a ugly sound
t-tle this battle cast away, and i’m tom hanks
cause i’ma take off from memphis but be remembered for a bl–dy round
bar god
i abuse an enemy
everything from yo’ mouth is -ss…human centipede
the pistol quiet, suppression on the gat exclusively
i’ll murder you in silence like depression does the black community
he lacks the fluency, y’all gone see this n-gga die
the blade split em in two different people, it’s just this gem and i (gemini)
him and i? no backin’ down
i sent blood to ancestry.com…no matches found
am i even human? it’s uncertain
mathematic probability says this many bars shouldn’t even be inside of one person
gun squirtin’, he want war then i dunkirk him
i run certain projectiles through his body til they unearth him
i keep a journal of every n-gga i k!lled, i’m a cold specialist
they in tip top shape, every rifle i load excellent
no names are written down, only coordinates, dates, and times
ya boy got a book of numbers like the old testament
i’m so set for this, i stay ready far as the drama goes
draw somethin’, the 12 come out first, we playin’ dominoes
vaminos, plenty shots, run up him on with the semi c-cked
bullets puttin’ venom in his body like a symbiote
ain’t no survivin’ nothin’ , if you ain’t dead, we comin’ back with the glock
the lick’ll (liquor) burn ya chest, and we chasin’ jose after the shot
after you rot, my n-ggas at yo’ grave…they ain’t finished shootin’
we get the green light, the job is done, we don’t give excuses
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
but f-ck tryna convince a student
how ’bout i introduce him to this carbon fiber fin infusion and send em to it
my pen is ruthless, and you on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 2: danny myers]
hundred shots, my n-ggas ain’t gone paint you very pretty
for that i.c.e., jose wouldn’t be safe in a sanctuary city
i’m on a solo quest
my face change while standin’ over the body like when bruce lee stomped on bolo chest
bar god!
it’s him and his wife, i creep in the house with the little heat
put one in his head, then f-ck up her scalp if his widow peak
i got guns from the middle east, but i enforce the gift with the hands
i got a trump uppercut that’s forcin’ n-ggas to stand
my brother said “dan…teach him, this a rookie ”
get the strap and bust faster than the first time street hymns get some p-ssy
i hit ya chest up with h-lla sh-t
y’all thought tennessee was gone take me to another place like arrested development ?
i’m destined for excellence, this is vacay season
one man gone make it feel like a melee beatin’
i be on y’all facebook page, they stay beefin’
the group gone quit f-ckin’ with cuervo like a aa meetin’
yo’b-tch left me with blue b-lls, that ho was playin’, that’s a mean child
but yo’mama sn-tched the pain out my nuts like the green mile
i’m obscene, foul, savage, i’m a one stop vandal
i’ll nut in ya b-tch, then wipe it out with ya daughter lunchbox handle
now that’s a scandal, f-cked up from various degrees
cause when you think about it…now they both carryin’ my seed
i am indeed, one of the most brutal and disrespectful, i’ll kick ya nephew
lift the special, ya spirit left you, if this connect, it’ll disconnect you
desert eagle, you’ll hear the bird hummin’, shots soundin’ like a herd comin’
in the back of my mind, i always wanted to f-ck with this p-ssy…like a third cousin
purge somethin’, big strap, i penalize when they after me
shots just let this n-gga fall like i couldn’t memorize the fatality
my crip uncles said “go out there and gat ’em cuz”
you’ll be…one with the earth…like adam was
where the f-ck is yo’ battle buzz? i gotta murder you divas
you said you never heard of jc and o red? they never heard of you neither
i said you was dope, i only said that…so n-ggas be deceived
i told ac, i needed to vent, and this would be a breeze
3 of these…hit ya skull…ain’t no dodgin’ a tec
once my camp sight (site) this n-gga, bullets get lodged in ya neck
i’ll die for respect, it’s no way i’ma stop
throw you off a mountain…i like my jose on the rocks
my bro stay with a glock, my white goon… he don’t use ninas
white dude, in ya backyard with a pole, he the pool cleaner
tool beam ya, n-ggas know i’m spazzin’ to the death
once you feel d tension (detention), you’ll know i’m in a cl-ss by myself
you got the message wrong
‘brenda’s baby’ didn’t die in the trash, it survived cause yo’ rap book kept it warm
weapon drawn, i’ll only got the fifth to this punk
i would’ve brought my elephant gun but it wouldn’t fit in the trunk
this b-tch’ll get slumped, and you on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 3: danny myers]
five dumpin’, b-tch run up and try somethin’
you’ll have to wait, ’til the hole f-ckin’ close (clothes) up like dry humpin’
i’ll gun this b-tch myself
me grabbin’ the gun handle, makes me realize we all come to grips with death
youngin this what’s left, i am giving you a blood test
you named yourself after a liquor and ain’t got a buzz yet?
i stood over my cousin grave
i heard a voice whisper “this the only time you n-ggas’ll be above death.”
this for every thinker
i’ll grab a wine gl-ss, and bottle a jose like a heavy drinker
i’m a real lyricist
if it’s just me and you, and i shoot you in tennessee (ten’ll see) it’s still witnesses
memphis n-ggas go through real sh-t, when beef on they lettin k’s roar
you rap about marvel comics, why the f-ck you in that phase for (four)
let’s wage war, hunting knife, i get up close and skin ’em all the way
memphis ain’t seen a better slasher since penny hardaway
let’s do it the harder way, sniper rifle, you’ll get peeled from a roof
i was a professional before leon taught matilda to shoot
don’t you own a studio? and you let this f-cker rehe-rs-?
you’ll be getting punched in the booth and you ain’t f-ck up ya verse
my cut up is worse, i’ll slice a nike sign in ya face with eight slashes
then i’ll reach in and take something out the check like state taxes
i’ll switch the red beam with a green one, then pop it yo’ way
it’s only right i put something lime on top of jose
i am the goat, you n-ggas’ll never humble me
i’m on my third round of jose, yet a n-gga still stumble free
you was the champ of this league, but ain’t been on smack, so how this b-tch the nicest?
oh i get it, dutch been selling jose on the low, he ain’t got a liquor license
this a crisis, run in his house and leave his sister lifeless
me cuttin’ his tongue out is the start, y’all ain’t seen a lick of violence
i been to every league except this one, i ain’t got a stage left
i was raw every time, i’m scared to take a aids test
chunky .40, deuce deuce, this sh-t’ll take ya life
you’ll only see the little one for a second, like visitation rights
i spit that demonstration nice, my last bar was according to…
everyone that drinks, cause they know jose ain’t 40 proof
bar god!
yo’ b-tch a sl-t, i’m givin’ her proper d-ck though
i’m gettin’ head comin’ down the stairs apocalypto
i c-ck the pistol, ya street cred is not official
you rap about comics, but this the first time you got the issue
but you can keep that ho, she a thot and i hate the b-tch
i’ll poisonous gas both of y’all…it’s a toxic relationship
the weapon heavy, i spot this n-gga you’ll see me runnin’ with it
he ain’t seen a big b-tch, give him rounds like this since b gunna did it
we punish n-ggas, sh-t get spooky then sh-lls fire
something dark wig on this b-tch head like elvira
you can tell myers…don’t play, 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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