Battles SpurWilly vs Sypher
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- //Hook: Willy Jones
- We got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
- (Yep)
- Some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
- (They don’t go)
- Million dollar spot we set Crip pills, lean, Molly an we got the blow
- (Yeah we got the blow)
- I got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
- (Quarter to a kilo)
- //Verse 1: Willy Jones
- My spot be like I got Big Meech Phone
- Remix Gang pull up they think Big Meech home
- I’d sell pounds of a Mid on my flip phone
- An kilos of the blow on my iPhone
- I’ve been remixin niggas on my blue mobile
- I’ve flipped 3 country niggas ain’t gotta new number
- (Ka Ka Ka)
- I’m countin up all summer
- Hoe, I don’t pay no bitch sell my baby momma
- Every nigga ain’t whip my ass at the fuckin doctor
- An if I ever see that nigga I’ma fuckin pop em
- I’ma young rich nigga my lil nigga rob em
- We a million dollar lick we spent that shit on choppers
- (Remix Gang Bitch)
- //Hook: Willy Jones
- We got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
- (Yep)
- Some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
- (They don’t go)
- Million dollar spot we set Crip pills, lean, Molly an we got the blow
- (Yeah we got the blow)
- I got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
- (Quarter to a kilo)
- //Verse 2: Kushyton
- Ring ring knock knock money at the door
- You ain’t talkin cash money shit, what you call my phone for
- Gotta be careful don't answer numbers I never seen before
- An I don’t open the door unless I seen you through my peephole
- Boom
- My shooters shot you through the room
- Probably talkin gangster shit me got them goons
- We rock BBSes boy you rock CAR Stoon
- Jury
- I’m in the court with the jury
- Lawyer arguing with the Judge for a shorter trip
- You would be the realer nigga walkin if I ever trip
- I be the richest nigga if I make that flip
- Remix Gang we get money we just bought the field
- //Hook: Willy Jones
- We got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
- (Yep)
- Some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
- (They don’t go)
- Million dollar spot we set Crip pills, lean, Molly an we got the blow
- (Yeah we got the blow)
- I got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
- (Quarter to a kilo)
DEFENDER'S RAP
- every time i open my eyes
- i think of all her lies
- i cant believe i fell for it again
- i've been betrayed, now you want to be friends?
- my life was going good,i actually prayed
- i thought that my heart had been remade
- its all your fault,im going insane
- now i wish i'd never heard your name
- eyes red,for many reasons
- i'm tired,thinkin of sleepin
- dont wanna wake up,hopin
- i'll forget,but i know i wont
- trying to forget,but im zoned
- my thoughts are a blur,thoughts of self murder
- im inflicting pain,myself and others
- anger buildin up,cant stop
- starin at my glock, thinking about body outlines in chalk
- mind racin,its all i can do to keep this flow going
- the doorway out of insanity is closing, but all i can think of is
- how much i loathe her,how she has a future
- but im just a wannabe rapper,makin money with pen and paper
- nobody on my side,my parents think im a failure
- i've got one,two,three in the chamber
- but i know my mind is a force of nature(X2)
- eyes red,for many reasons
- i'm tired,thinkin of sleepin
- dont wanna wake up,hopin
- i'll forget,but i know i wont
- trying to forget,but im zoned
- it wont be easy,but i'll cope
- i'll eventually forget,tell myself its all a joke
- now,lemme clear my throat,time to go hard on this track
- she may have gotten me outta wack
- but im a guard dog on the attack,coming in for a comeback
- ive been betrayed,but her time is almost here
- karma's gonna get her,time to reveal
- how bad i can be,eyes blazin,the danger she's facing
- my anger is taking a form,thunderstorm crashing
- lightning blasting,everything around me
- gone is the good guy, you see
- i wont stop 'till she's a pile of ashes
- fire blazing,burning through the masses
- the killer inside taking up the blade,and he dont like bein played
- cant run,cant hide,you better be afraid
- fists blowin through the wall like a grenade
- grab her by the throat,stare into her eyes and laugh while she chokes
- kill her like she killed my hopes
- eyes red,for many reasons
- i'm tired,thinkin of sleepin
- dont wanna wake up,hopin
- i'll forget,but i know i wont
- trying to forget,but im zoned