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lirik lagu pen game music inc - pengame (2025) jaycee vs smil3z

[round 1: smil3z ~ produced by vyconlonegro]
jaycee i don’t like your tone
you don’t really mean what you say, you got no backbone
only bad on the microphone
do suttin’ dumb on stage and ill split your dome
protect your chest from smoke
put jaycee in a spliff and i’ll
roll the cone…burn it
till the roach… k!ll him
holy ghost… is a
long way home… better
hit the roads… or ill…. sink ya boat
he said he’s coming from the a, that’s ashford kent
tryna make kent look gangsta is ments
i bet you was a worker for one of my n~ggas, about you don’t do gear, why your nose look bent?
aye broski i swear that you said it was him that was on your line and that he owes you bread?
but f~ck all of dat, let me pattern him up and put him in a body~bag instead
you can’t spit likе this
my powers are a natural gift
your voice is worsе than skamz’s voice
how you coping with this?
you should just shove your head into your mother’s p~ssy, and close the lips
and you can’t dress to save your life
likkle man you look dead in your drip, you look like a condom head
with your wearing the cineworld hat
you’re not lit… you’re a
likke b~tch…y’nah
pen and snitch… when i
flip my switch… and then
smil3z is gone… he’ll be
very long… you’ll be
dead and gone… no more
singing songs… you best
move along
you was singing your heart out for simon cowell, with your f~cked up voice singing one direction
then he saw that pengame was popping, he watched and locked in all his attention
he was going mad
he went and bought the drip and learnt the slang
and tried to turn his friends to gang
watched all the hood movies he could to try to turn himself to bad
but he’s a p~ssy in his heart, and everyone can see your trash
you came from a good home, why you waan chat?
why you waan do road?, why you waan act up?
i’m sick of this guy, he gets me mad
the only thing scary about jaycee is that he looks trans
brudda you don’t get no gyal
you just fill in with your friends in your gang
there’s no sp~ce in earth for this man
don’t think it’s a muay~tai ting like jm
when i put my knife in you, your blood spraying all over the pengame fans
don’t get me mad
i’ll drop you right where you stand
jaycee you can never level up with man
you’re an l plate, never in your life could you level with man
that’s time

[round 1: jaycee ~ produced by sk]
how you gonna flex you’re jamaican, when you come dressed like a battyman
that’s not rastaman, you’re one fassy man
you likke marga yute, i’ll wrap pack for man
hush your mouth
mans done with smil3z today
what the rass, see a man frown today
boombaclart, show you suttin’ around the waist
so act up, ill really put suttin down today
l!ck off man’s head~top’s one of my names
smil3z ting really ain’t nuttin like j’s
like i won’t dead a man jerry can walking round stage
stand back bun up the whole place
your bars are irrelevant, there’s nuttin to say
took a 3.5 that we know you can’t pay
these day’s i was out sh~lling off head tops
them day’s you’re on both knees for your mates
nuttum bout you is intimidating
i’m better than you and imma ill~strate it
funny mouth
loud mouth
high pitch
big lips… is it chris tucker that you’re imitating?
no one told you i’m a rapper~rapper
you’re all chatter~chatter
bars will chacka~chacka
you waan’ passa?
imma bring the dagger poke him in the chest…
if the fl!ck ting jams, then im pulling that ramz
and we’ll see if it smiles when i dig out your chest plate
i’ll have dargs at your estate ready to shoot like pressplay
you’re washed up and you still smell dirty, someone explain?
how can you say it with chest you’re the best
like i wouldn’t make smil3z wanna hop off of pengame
beating me fat chance, if i’m lying my biro’s done mileage
you’ll get mad like f~don, till i rise up watch a man start smiling
if it ain’t rap, you can meet me out back,we can do i like that, cah i’m known for the fighting
ill stamp on your face with my jordan 4’s, watch your blood pour out of your nose and eyelids
you’re further away from blowing and close to retirement
quick bit of advice look
stop messaging minors…pics of your privates
blud you make me sick
who in the rassclart laced your spliff
while i was really outside taking trips
you was outside by the primary schools, with your iphone out sitting taking pics
p~ssy

[round 2: smil3z ~ produced by paks]
go on thinking you’re man till i run up in the a
f~cking up your day
buddy you ain’t gonna get away
this guys going mad thinking he can level up again
knife in your back, jaycee’s dying on the stage
stop with the act
stop with the chat
stop with the cap
i can do your little flow better than you, you’re lame
actually it weren’t even your flow like that, cause’ the [?] was just mince~made
bet you wish you could spit like this you lame
don’t get me mad just stay in your lane
i heard you play basketball…i bet the only rim you’ve touched is your mates
you’re a fruity guy that’s weird and fake
and i bet you’re like jm
tongue all deep in your mothers p~ssy face
they must be related, or best mates
weirdos what a disgrace
i saw a video of my man singing with a snapchat darrg emoji…and that’s gay, feminine traits
i ain’t getting bodied by a singing n~gga today
this ain’t no meek and drake
i bet if i hold my phone in front of his face, i bet his skin just burns away
realz was right, you’re a sun fearing paigon from the a
how the f~ck you outside it’s hot, you still look this white?
i can’t believe this guy, from me you can really get bun up
or tun up
just one up and done up
your brother
your cousin
your mother
the whole of your family gaan’ suffer
cause of i…run for your life
if i run up in ashford jaycee dies
he was on his j’s i could see he was lacking
so i put him and j in a spliff you woulda thought it was the sea that splashed him
jaycee wouldn’t see if i catch him
with his friends he’s a bad boy, but on his j’s you can see he’s not active
f~cking h~ll did you catch it?
i’m setting up a studio soon, and when i get the drop on jaycee’s studio equipment then i’ll have it
where’s my manners?
i’ve got to spud my man, tell him “safe for the pattern”
i want the laptop, mic, the speaker, lights
and even the sound~proofing i’ll grab them
who woulda thought this eediat meady… lowkey… you’re chatting
when the beat kicks off i’m spazzing
and when the beat kicks off you’re catting
your voice sounds like you’re on helium
so how the f~ck do you think you can manage little b~tch boy
you’re gonna end up dying
marrow flying
family crying
i know you’re feeble and frightened
singing to trident
you don’t run away, you run to the sirens
i don’t like your attitiude fix it
when i crash your clart and write you arrf, you ain’t gonna get saved by kwikfit
it’s an ambulance, enroute to a copter
cause jaycee’s getting lifted
p~ssio don’t get it twisted
i’ll take my blade and twist it
leave you injured, and that’s your progress hindered
time!

[round 2: jaycee ~ produced by ljs]
i ain’t got t~~th big enoough for this clown
if i did have holes in his belly like a jellyfish
i don’t know what kinda bars you’ve come ready with
better lower your tone before a brudda start settin’ it
i’m from the block where this brudda got blocked from the list of the teens he is messing with
you can get robbed… watch i am shegging it
watch that
i want your shoes
your top
your guap
your wallet and bank card
lucky you took off your dreads
i woulda took one off your head, you washed up w~nker
i said what i said, i mean what i say
so don’t play with my name, i ain’t with the banter
i pull to your crib with the thing at the whip, let it go
watch the boy turn…
look what the cat dragged
mi nuh tek back~chat
aim for your snap back
tell a boy snap chat
f~ck about hashtags
brudda i’ll tax man
leave a boy shoeless
you ain’t no badman
i’ll fling p~ssy boy outta the group stage
he goin leave here messaging afshan
you ain’t got rubbed cuz, not till the pack lands
you’ll get g~checked
go on then, thinking you’re the man
rise for the mash, cuttin’ through the back
dead a man right where he’s at
guys getting packed
if they wanna try me and that
big 45’s and we’re aiming right at it
this ain’t cali i’m smoking, it’s smil3z in a wrap
go home
bruddas left a bike in the back
hi cucha how you doing over there?
is smil3z then next breh to be sliding in and that?
cause realz beat you and i beat realz
so rudeboy how do you think this goes?
i know you’re gonna come with distinctive flows
that badman, coming like linkin’s bro’s
this white boy here with that skull cap on
ain’t no one ever used to ever try take as a joke
ill spin a bou out of his esigner clothes and make a boy freeze when he goes back home
this is the first time i’ve looked at a hoe and i ain’t wanna f~ck
i just wanna tump on your nose till it’s bruk
and if fist ain’t enough i wanna poke up his gut
open him up
tell his army “what’s up”
i roll on my one’s, don’t need me no back~up
i put you down there’s no way you get back up
when j’s on the stage you’ll be calling for back up
p~ssy

[round 3: smil3z ~ produced by vyconlonegro]
aye p~ssio wait… stand still!
why your friend’s look like they’ve all taken crack?
you got simon, justin, james and jack
if i drop your clart, they ain’t gonna fight back
you are not badboys, you are not no gang
back your jaycee, there’s no bringing him back
are you gonna ride out, are you gonna go mad
i highly doubt that they’ve got your back
p~ssio you ain’t ever been up on the roads always stuck up in your home you’re not bad
this p~ssy was singing on xfactor, tryna blow and now he’s on pengame talkin’ wass
you likkle stella drinking
cokehead sniffing
low~key victim
non~conflictive
once suspicious gyal with a voice like that
you are not no man
wait there!…
you’ll be dead in a second and imma aim for your head, neck, chest, back, rib~side… bury this man
don’t get gassed by the group stages, you’re not that cold
you say a whole lotta nuttin’, just cap loads
my friend dem are gonna f~ck out your sister’s jaw~side
and you won’t do nuttin’ cah you ain’t got a backbone
laura loves black man, laura loves raw pipe
jordan curtis can’t say nuttin’, and if nicky curtin waan’ fight then it’s on sight
that’s his bruce… his brother… his bloodline
i crashed the both of da man there one time
you went to simon cowell, to pengame crowd…and
now the only one direction is flatline them times that’s right
when you see his mum in the street, spit in her face and callas it
tell his family that it’s smil3z that has made me do the madness
and when jaycee hears, i bet he has it
he won’t say nuttin’ or do nuttin’, you ain’t on nuttin’, you’re just fake and flaccid
shut up, i’ll bruck up your clart and mek your family bawl if you ever try movin’ erratic
aye wiley, look at this singing b~tch
little snitch
long long neck
no drip
f~cked voice
dead trim
weak bars
no vim.. that’s jaycee
big capper
culture leecher grabber
tranny~looking jaycee needs to man~up
if i right~hook him i don’t think he’ll stand up
i’ll leave him bleeding, calling for some backup
trust me jaycee you don’t want no smoke
i’ll run up in your ends and ban you from your manor
tell your mother that you need to pack up
i ain’t with the games or banter
there’s levels to this sh~t, likkle man you’ll get wrapped up
slapped up
shanked up
holes in your tank top…
cah the only way you’re going is left… and that’s bad luck
time!

[round 3: jaycee ~ produced by m1onthebeat]
talk tough to the gang ill pull up all black
big svr’s and loaded straps
you can give all the front till you’re laid on your back
go ahead and keep thinking you’re bad
ill have your whole team packed, relapsed
g i’ll put holes in your kneecaps
say you got a wap, go on bad boy squeeze dat
‘fore ill squeeze mine and this whip gets decamped
i can see you when you’re sat with your barber
mustve seen how your brudda done karma
you lie on the web, peter parker
you can get cut up like jeffery dahmer
i bullied this lemon who told him hes bad
ill show him the levels then smoke him after
smil3z got shook cause he knows i’ll cook
so he called up my phone chatting all of this rahh~rahh
about saying this and that till im crashing out
we can gets cr~pping i ain’t backing down
we can have it out, hands up imma do him like pacquiao
i got smil3z in a headlock i just think of asbestos, i see you’re scratching out
he’s never done sh~t that he raps about
that’s why he has to shout
come close imma crack your mouth
i got it at the hip, don’t try and talk out ya depth
don’t run out of breath
you’ll get run out the set
i don’t care about how long you’ve done in the pen
you was smoking on spice, you was done out your head
you got slapped on the wing blud that’s nuttin’ to flex
come off my phone about “what you gonna say?”
jj i don’t play games of with ya head
look…
you might see smil3z get poked
cah man chose me to provoke
if i back out the zk, he’ll run like leg day
ill tear though his skin, leave his veins exposed
i am not jm, but but catch me in the pm
but catch me in the promise that mans on road
blacked in the bm and the man’s on volts
if i hop out on show watch a man get smoked
look..
i heard a man wanna talk about pressure i’m tired
f~ck it i ain’t letting that slide
i’ll pull up on sight thats right
smiles get back inside
we’re bored of your lies
we’re bored of you begging on tiktok lives
stop bringing up your previous crime
i don’t wanna hear your shouting at my face
someone tell smil3z he’s a walking y
i had you shook before we done up the coin toss
you were blowing up my phone, i got under your skin
you try talk tough, till i showed you whats up
then you backed the f~ck up, cah you know what this…
stop lying to them, you ain’t ever been trappy
i clocked you’re a patty while talking to drizz
i’m preforming with dappy, you’re smoking on baccy
my brudda there’s levels to….
look…
you’re just a washed up 30 year old
hurt in his soul
’cause you ain’t worthy to blow
try giving man a list that i kinda can’t say
that’s how i knew i had this nerd on the ropes
i know your street name, i won’t go there
i know your full gov, that’s a y on it’s own
i even got a text from a bunch of your friends
tryna send me your verse if i send them some dough

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