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DUCKING ASS BITCH š¦š Please, excuse Double M, Heās just slow in the brain, Nothing can ever really grow in the shade, Iām pacing myself, While heās hoping for favours, Oh, what a shame, Yāall, come vote for this man I donāt think he can handle, Another defeat, Someone come hold his hand, Cos heās out in the deep, He canāt reach his voters, But the bottom of the ocean, Is as shady as shady can be Man, i said, Iāll 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 aināt a dentist, Iām dropping bars, Like my battery percentage, When itās off the charge, So, call in ya squad, To take me out with a vengeance, But the crowd will defend me, Thatās a lot of hard work, Just to have it backfire in the ending This is gonna be a light round, Halo, Iāma 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 Iām turning the tables, Iāll burn you you alive, But you made all the stakes, so, This burden aināt 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 Iāll run through ya house, And you wonāt make a sound, Cos youāll know that itās me that goes bump in the night Letās be honest, Migās reputation is all we need, To throw some dirt on this guy, Dig a hole to hold his pride, Iāll cauterise him with these lines, Heāll close his eyes tight, Then iāll throw some dirt on this guy Am i battling Money Mig or Robert Downy Junior, Itās hard to tell, With the way you tryna act black, Top peeled back like a snack pack, Your voters carry you like a backpack Iāma 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, Itās a known fact, When you vote for vote, Thatās what you become known as, So, donāt ask us to listen to ya tracks, Ask the bunch of guys, That you still owe back, facts, Iām always honest, I donāt 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, Iām grabbing toe tags, And old bags, You got no chance, And ya wonāt go fast, Ya gonna know shade in time, When the light donāt come back You arenāt an intelligent dude, Iām betting that you, Are gonna let loose on me, For my deep tracks, Having fans to tell depressing times to, Iām still two times better than you Someone go ahead and grab the defibrillator, Cos the stuff heās pumpingās gonna be off beat, Iām ending his run with some yellow tape, Even ya shade voters gonna wanna vote me But i guess thatās against their contract, The one ya made em sign to avoid the loss that, Iāma 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, Heās bout to battle me, And you know i canāt win it, Without all your votes, So, Iām asking, please, See, If you donāt he will batter me, So, please do this, bro, And iāll vote your last battle, Even though, you got smashed to bits, I will do anything to prevent them, From thinking iām bad at this This the only time i feel proud, My life is so bad, Cos i wanna do raps, But shit, I donāt 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, Iām not advocating suicide, Dude is a fool Iām 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, Iāma tumour attaching quick, Iāll grow on ya, Cancer sticks Tried to make small talk with him, Cos thatās all he can comprehend Raw dog him, Til heās all broken, And hoping this song will end You not even the best in your crew, They donāt seem to understand, Youāre just holding āem back, Because youāre the one thatās reaching up a hand His musicās never bumping, Such a goofy mother fucker, Just a bag of plastic rubbish, Canāt outrap me and you know this, Doesnāt matter, Youāre no match, and iāma torch, iām, 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 didnāt hear in āem, Was a metaphor, If we were rating rappers, Then today, iād say i met a four, You got bullets but no gun, What you saving all that metal for Lamb, man, whatād you take his head off for, I donāt know, i just think itās 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 donāt blow up, Because they all owed you a favour, Thatās quite the hiatus I just did a humongous favour, To all the views right now, This battle aināt close, Wonāt be splitting hairs, Like Charlie Puthās eyebrow Couldnāt affect my lines with some bolt cutters, Iāma bolt cutter, The way i slice lightening like old butter Iām 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 wonāt 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 aināt a thug, Only to ones, Who donāt know me in real life, I only do drugs, To forget about real life, So, i get on this app, And I hope they donāt realise, That iām just a hack, And this act helps me feel like, I could kill somebody, Cos iām actually real nice Alright, iām tired, Of Dogging this fraud, All bark, no bite, Like sawing up logs, No remorse for this loss, All thatās 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
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DUCKING ASS BITCH š¦š Please, excuse Double M, Heās just slow in the brain, Nothing can ever really grow in the shade, Iām pacing myself, While heās hoping for favours, Oh, what a shame, Yāall, come vote for this man I donāt think he can handle, Another defeat, Someone come hold his hand, Cos heās out in the deep, He canāt reach his voters, But the bottom of the ocean, Is as shady as shady can be Man, i said, Iāll 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 aināt a dentist, Iām dropping bars, Like my battery percentage, When itās off the charge, So, call in ya squad, To take me out with a vengeance, But the crowd will defend me, Thatās a lot of hard work, Just to have it backfire in the ending This is gonna be a light round, Halo, Iāma 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 Iām turning the tables, Iāll burn you you alive, But you made all the stakes, so, This burden aināt 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 Iāll run through ya house, And you wonāt make a sound, Cos youāll know that itās me that goes bump in the night Letās be honest, Migās reputation is all we need, To throw some dirt on this guy, Dig a hole to hold his pride, Iāll cauterise him with these lines, Heāll close his eyes tight, Then iāll throw some dirt on this guy Am i battling Money Mig or Robert Downy Junior, Itās hard to tell, With the way you tryna act black, Top peeled back like a snack pack, Your voters carry you like a backpack Iāma 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, Itās a known fact, When you vote for vote, Thatās what you become known as, So, donāt ask us to listen to ya tracks, Ask the bunch of guys, That you still owe back, facts, Iām always honest, I donāt 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, Iām grabbing toe tags, And old bags, You got no chance, And ya wonāt go fast, Ya gonna know shade in time, When the light donāt come back You arenāt an intelligent dude, Iām betting that you, Are gonna let loose on me, For my deep tracks, Having fans to tell depressing times to, Iām still two times better than you Someone go ahead and grab the defibrillator, Cos the stuff heās pumpingās gonna be off beat, Iām ending his run with some yellow tape, Even ya shade voters gonna wanna vote me But i guess thatās against their contract, The one ya made em sign to avoid the loss that, Iāma 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, Heās bout to battle me, And you know i canāt win it, Without all your votes, So, Iām asking, please, See, If you donāt he will batter me, So, please do this, bro, And iāll vote your last battle, Even though, you got smashed to bits, I will do anything to prevent them, From thinking iām bad at this This the only time i feel proud, My life is so bad, Cos i wanna do raps, But shit, I donāt 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, Iām not advocating suicide, Dude is a fool Iām 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, Iāma tumour attaching quick, Iāll grow on ya, Cancer sticks Tried to make small talk with him, Cos thatās all he can comprehend Raw dog him, Til heās all broken, And hoping this song will end You not even the best in your crew, They donāt seem to understand, Youāre just holding āem back, Because youāre the one thatās reaching up a hand His musicās never bumping, Such a goofy mother fucker, Just a bag of plastic rubbish, Canāt outrap me and you know this, Doesnāt matter, Youāre no match, and iāma torch, iām, 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 didnāt hear in āem, Was a metaphor, If we were rating rappers, Then today, iād say i met a four, You got bullets but no gun, What you saving all that metal for Lamb, man, whatād you take his head off for, I donāt know, i just think itās 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 donāt blow up, Because they all owed you a favour, Thatās quite the hiatus I just did a humongous favour, To all the views right now, This battle aināt close, Wonāt be splitting hairs, Like Charlie Puthās eyebrow Couldnāt affect my lines with some bolt cutters, Iāma bolt cutter, The way i slice lightening like old butter Iām 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 wonāt 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 aināt a thug, Only to ones, Who donāt know me in real life, I only do drugs, To forget about real life, So, i get on this app, And I hope they donāt realise, That iām just a hack, And this act helps me feel like, I could kill somebody, Cos iām actually real nice Alright, iām tired, Of Dogging this fraud, All bark, no bite, Like sawing up logs, No remorse for this loss, All thatās 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
when I get time I will.
@BKFC.com are you gonna reply to that battle i sent you
U sound like that Palmer squares cat.
I will flip you off lol š nothin can grow jn the shade ā, heat back tanning bed , collection votes before I wrote that, IM ASKIN PLEASE , Diffibulator line was Ill, only thing I didnāt hear was a metaphor š¤£š¤£šš¤£, right ? When your cadence switches up to the talkin quick is a nice switch up, impression, counterfeit bar was fuckin tuff Salute
@most_hated <this goofy mfer.. @rushmoore252
who is this about damn
@highasamartian ayyyyi appreciate your time bro šÆ
haha wtf salute bro šÆšÆ I've been sleeping killer shit š£
@irap who tell you i care about music bitch to tell me o rap or not garbage
@Tanee boy you canāt even rap lmaooooo foh
Trippy Flow, Different Style Shits Dope š„š„šÆ
I thought you was shady I keeps it real go check me at
ouuuuu ur profile pic is deceitful afš¤£
@cuzzothegreat i appreciate your time bro š
@DeeMasta lmao š idk i just spit real shit, appreciate ya tho bro āš»
came to troll you. just cuz you was in public chat saying you wish someone would, fuck.. how did I leave as a fan? lol š„
ššÆšÆšÆšÆšÆ great barzzzzzzxz #DOMOFTLORDE stop by
dissomeš„ IHave3TrackSup 1 isPinned
Very nice. Bring that heat!