DUCKING ASS BITCH 🦆😂 Please, excuse Double M, He’s just slow in the brain, Nothing can ever really grow in the shade, I’m pacing myself, While he’s hoping for favours, Oh, what a shame, Y’all, come vote for this man I don’t think he can handle, Another defeat, Someone come hold his hand, Cos he’s out in the deep, He can’t reach his voters, But the bottom of the ocean, Is as shady as shady can be Man, i said, I’ll put the heat up to ya back, Like a tanning bed, Leave ya just standing there, Roll you, Then smoke like ya cannibus, Give you a shot in ya mouth, But i ain’t a dentist, I’m dropping bars, Like my battery percentage, When it’s off the charge, So, call in ya squad, To take me out with a vengeance, But the crowd will defend me, That’s a lot of hard work, Just to have it backfire in the ending This is gonna be a light round, Halo, I’ma give you a round light, Halo, Crashing down like a tornado, Just know that, All my votes are honest, And yours are all fables You thought you could win, But i must be a DJ, Cos I’m turning the tables, I’ll burn you you alive, But you made all the stakes, so, This burden ain’t mine, You were urging to die Leave you all sore/soar, Like a bird when it flies, Have you fall to ya knees, Like the coming of Christ, Then I’ll run through ya house, And you won’t make a sound, Cos you’ll know that it’s me that goes bump in the night Let’s be honest, Mig’s reputation is all we need, To throw some dirt on this guy, Dig a hole to hold his pride, I’ll cauterise him with these lines, He’ll close his eyes tight, Then i’ll throw some dirt on this guy Am i battling Money Mig or Robert Downy Junior, It’s hard to tell, With the way you tryna act black, Top peeled back like a snack pack, Your voters carry you like a backpack I’ma be cutting off the straps, Back broken, When ya crash like a fast nap, No one on this app, Would give a fuck about you, I said no one would give one single fuck about you, If you never returned a vote back Hold back, Cos i know that, You were gonna be collecting votes before i even wrote that, It’s a known fact, When you vote for vote, That’s what you become known as, So, don’t ask us to listen to ya tracks, Ask the bunch of guys, That you still owe back, facts, I’m always honest, I don’t hold back, All you do is that same flow, how, Come all ya verses, Just sound like one long track You tryna spring forward, But ya really should just fall back, I’m grabbing toe tags, And old bags, You got no chance, And ya won’t go fast, Ya gonna know shade in time, When the light don’t come back You aren’t an intelligent dude, I’m betting that you, Are gonna let loose on me, For my deep tracks, Having fans to tell depressing times to, I’m still two times better than you Someone go ahead and grab the defibrillator, Cos the stuff he’s pumping’s gonna be off beat, I’m ending his run with some yellow tape, Even ya shade voters gonna wanna vote me But i guess that’s against their contract, The one ya made em sign to avoid the loss that, I’ma give you with no problem, Have ya feeling pretty low, like a ballsack, Ya crew is all whack This is Money Mig, Yo, this man named Lamb, He rattled me, In my last battle, So, i need my calvary, He’s bout to battle me, And you know i can’t win it, Without all your votes, So, I’m asking, please, See, If you don’t he will batter me, So, please do this, bro, And i’ll vote your last battle, Even though, you got smashed to bits, I will do anything to prevent them, From thinking i’m bad at this This the only time i feel proud, My life is so bad, Cos i wanna do raps, But shit, I don’t know how to spit I just like rap and i thought i would try, But my rap is shit, Maybe, i should hang it all up, Along with my neck, Stand and in a chair and jump down from it, I’m not advocating suicide, Dude is a fool I’m just tryna clown around a bit Rap around a bit, Cos i just did a bit, And i rapped/wrapped that shit around this square, Like some plastic on some cigarettes, Enjoy this smoke, You were the lighter of the two of us, I’ma tumour attaching quick, I’ll grow on ya, Cancer sticks Tried to make small talk with him, Cos that’s all he can comprehend Raw dog him, Til he’s all broken, And hoping this song will end You not even the best in your crew, They don’t seem to understand, You’re just holding ‘em back, Because you’re the one that’s reaching up a hand His music’s never bumping, Such a goofy mother fucker, Just a bag of plastic rubbish, Can’t outrap me and you know this, Doesn’t matter, You’re no match, and i’ma torch, i’m, Coming back, To burn ya scraps and light the forest, With a fraction of my storage Listened to ya raps, To get ready for ya, The only thing i didn’t hear in ‘em, Was a metaphor, If we were rating rappers, Then today, i’d say i met a four, You got bullets but no gun, What you saving all that metal for Lamb, man, what’d you take his head off for, I don’t know, i just think it’s better laying on the floor, giggles But, I already won the game, What the fuck are you still playin for He gone complain and say all this was hate, Yeah, we hate your rapping, Take notes and come back when you make, A new track that don’t blow up, Because they all owed you a favour, That’s quite the hiatus I just did a humongous favour, To all the views right now, This battle ain’t close, Won’t be splitting hairs, Like Charlie Puth’s eyebrow Couldn’t affect my lines with some bolt cutters, I’ma bolt cutter, The way i slice lightening like old butter I’m fucking up this beat with no rubber, This slow fucker, Gonna have to have this explained to him, Oh, brother I can say some corny ass lines, Because everybody knows, This may be a versus, But your verse won’t hold up, Read back, i Put two different verses in this battle, No reason for you to show up Talkin bout, Got mo straps than a pocketbook, I talk about guns, But if i seen a gun, Then i would just run, Cos i ain’t a thug, Only to ones, Who don’t know me in real life, I only do drugs, To forget about real life, So, i get on this app, And I hope they don’t realise, That i’m just a hack, And this act helps me feel like, I could kill somebody, Cos i’m actually real nice Alright, i’m tired, Of Dogging this fraud, All bark, no bite, Like sawing up logs, No remorse for this loss, All that’s left to do is, Put Double M in this line, And call the firing squad Everything ya say is gonna be counterfeit, You got so much space between your bars, I could make a counter fit