Danny Myers vs. Fonz

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[Round 1: Danny Myers] They charge $2,000 a month for a 1 bedroom You pay on time, they raise the rent a couple grand more You can clearly hear your neighbors after you shut the damn door They don't fix the heating, plumbing, you like, "What the fuck I'm paying for?" Aye Smack! I got a hundred reasons I'm finna punch a Land Lord! I'll kill 'em proper, creep up on a nigga with the chopper Fuck an AGREEMENT, I just MOVE IN on the Land Lord, I'm a squatter Check my posture, I got him in the crosshairs, this what war is like This scope is for outta town niggas, it's a tourist sight (site) Or this Taurus might, hit him, rip his ligaments separate I'm shootin at the Land Lord in reverse from a Tenants (Tenets) perspective Give it a second, lyrically I'ma go in with ya But more importantly than flipping ya name, I'm tryna make sure this fo' ends (FONZ) niggas I'm from the low end nigga, my young boys'll Hawk him down for me Bald heads, pin him to the hood of his car, "Who's the baller now Wardy!?" This gone get all around gory, I couldn't wait to go to war with you Bullets have his car looking like some shit out of a video game, that's what fours'll (Forza) do Of course if you-, realize ya moves too pitiful You'd be at a higher spot, you dudes too miserable My views too visceral, I use two pistols to do you critical The pin break off in the toy and you die, it's a Voodoo ritual I don't give a fuck who you listen to After you won that 25k, you was supposed to hide off in the cut Now we finna rob the pastor, live, on camera, for flossin' too much You be talkin' you tough, he'll get stretched if you try it I'll pistol whip you, screw on the silencer, then&man let me BE QUIET! Riot What I Drew Carey (carry) more than 9 seasons, squeezin' 'til his breathin' stops I'll hit with 3, 4, 'Cleveland Rocks' I'ma kill you, they gone lock me in a cell with rage A young nigga gone come in as my cellie, and he'll say "Why they got on Death Row OG?", and I'll tell em "Hey-"/ I took these two hands, spinned the block, and Hell was raised I think back to my sellin' days, I touched the type of dope kingpins in Harlem handle I had a plug from Miami, who had the aura of a Godfather , his Jersey with the Marlin brand though (Marlon Brando) I done been through all the scandals, y'all let Holmzie beat me a Parappa Da Rapper bar? That's how I knew you niggas was lame I was karate chopping onions soon as I entered the game The shit is insane, I been through the pain, for real homie Like helping a nigga get cheese with Sonic speed&then he tells (Tails) on me You won't Knuckle up, that's how I know he wasn't built Doing all that stupid reaching, that's what got Stoney brother killed I won't get caught without mine, I will end these niggas Just the thought of giant slugs taking me underground gives me Tremors They say beef with dawg spooky, I'm old school squeezin' off Uzis With tape on the cartridge, we grew up dubbing VCR movies They said all I did was punch, so I stopped it Went to the next level inside my mind and I unlocked it This a Ponzi scheme with FONZ and me, at this point niggas is bottom feedin' A lotta reasons, how he is this phenomenal rap rhymin' genius? This the dawn of Jesus, what I speak spirals life into existence My speech patterns the Fibonacci sequence This can not be defense, he telling me to block punches when I can shoulder roll Weave intricate patterns like a totem pole I told 'em bro, these are secrets that I'll lend once, he seems hopeless This The Matrix "Dial In Punch" with the force of a Shaolin Monk with the Chi focused Heat scopes and snubs and beams, blood and screams I'm from a sub machine gun regime Plug his spleen, I riddle him with clips Tuskegee Airmen, ya whole squad gone be known for getting shot with some experimental shit He ain't lyrical as this He on the ground with this shit This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this shit Yikes! [Round 1: Fonz] Fonz versus Danny The Myers They say the nigga come for a fight My last time on this stage? Messed up my roll to 100K, it was a humbling sight But when I had them slip ups, the only time they could fuck with me, right? So word to that nigga Surf, I'ma get this nigga slayed (Slade) And there ain't gon' be no fuckin' Stumbles tonight I told Smack, these lyrical/spiritual niggas can't fuck wit' me But I guess they'll never learn though He talkin' 'bout Parallel Universes and portals, and I'm 'bout to leave his body full of worm holes That shit won't work with me You get a blade across the torso, I'm talkin' Hercules Cause this'll take half-God, maybe a little more though (mortal) Put a heater to ya, Cleveland shooter, Okoro If y'all was gonna get a West Coast op to stop me Then I should've been boxing Gotti; Arturo .4 blow Nah, twin .38 Specials Got a tre in each hand; Goro War mode And bitch I'm bringin' all types of problems Yeah he too cold, that's the same thing the doctor said when his body droppin' A shotti poppin' Rigor mortis set in and heart in his face like Bobby Johnson Dan's soft, we leave, ain't no bodies around No I said, "Dance off" but if he keep gettin' crump I'mma Tommy The Clown I'm from The Land dawg Ain't nobody here with you gonna try me Jamaican club, I'll have them Steppers in Dan's hall (Dancehall) Tryin' to find out where his home is Chrome shit Tools all shiny, and I don't know what kind of men (condiment) DM roll wit' but my dudes all grimy And I'll have him movin' through a God complex like Bruce Almighty I had to off him Show up to South Central LA, let a Magnum spark him Find out where he live then pull up to Dan's (dance) masked up, I'm a Jabberwocky Bar Gooooood! I'ma a Hungarian Barbarian little Terrain Nigga that shit garbage Smack that ain't a problem to deal wit' He said he a Babylonian who eat bad bologna and molded cheese And y'all wonder why he died when he got Real Sikh (sick), real shit Y'all little Universal Soldier gon' be in need of a rescue He tryin' to send Beasley a message from the Galaxy, he ain't even notice the texts blue (TEC's blew) I don't respect you Boy you lucky I ain't make it to New Orleans to check you You really was gon' die I would've had semi's and .45's MD's on both sides They sayin' this nigga great and I really don't know why They callin' you the "Bar God" when Vicky the most high I ain't givin' you no lies, I'm just givin' the facts These are all shit he spit in his raps Cause he told us he was pitchin' a pack But his wife was addicted to that Well here is somethin' he ain't mentionin' Smack That nigga Nipsey Hussle was one of the coldest niggas outta LA, and he don't let his bitch listen to that Cause Nipsey, was talkin' 'bout hustle and 'Dedication' and he don't want Vic' to relapse (Victory Lap) You worthless bitch Your daughter had to learn to strip to earn her chips? That type of shit is permanent That's a parallel in itself I mean we all seen Matilda And Danny movin' the same way as Wormwood, got his daughter out here turnin' tricks You don't deserve that shit Nigga you can stop the pretendin' That bitch do Uber Eats and strip throughout the week, she ain't got a pot she can piss in You was NOT there for Christmas Stockings was missin' That bitch a Dasher and a Dancer But you better be prayin' she's not in that spot when we Blitzen That's too raw He got all them kids in his family tree and I'm 'bout to cut the root off (Rudolf) Nah, I ain't hatin' on Dan' But it don't matter how many times you hop off stage with the fans And be shakin' they hands You can't advance, it's all part of a basic plan It's Darwinism cause URL believe in evolution, and you still ain't showed 'em how God can create da man (demand) You finna die Battle Nunn on N.O.M.E. and they gave you Fonz Should've had Fonz on N.O.M.E. I mean it's odd I said, "Fuck EFB", they said, "You lost to JC" I say, "They lied" Even Smack knew it's true he seen what I did to you (Jew) and decided to send (sin) to God And his corny ass up here rappin' about The Matrix When I really got niggas inside a pod I will knock you the fuck out His old ass be talkin' too damn fly He wake up from a coma on drugs (Drugz) and look at the nurse and say, "Who am I?" Bitch, I'm a boss These niggas soft I ain't gotta get along with them He's sayin' he came to talk If we do any debate you gonna be talkin' to a pole DM (podium) I'll let this bitch spark Fuck around and put some holes in him They gon' charge me with assault (a salt) But the docs gon' have to sew DM (sodium) Yeah you been on a run but here where the shit stop; Imodium They said all I do is punch Nigga (stop it!) And if all I do is punch (then nigga block it!) I know what time he clock in and clock out, where he plan to be My mans wit' me I told him, "Soon as he dip we gon' slide and keep spinnin'. We already know Dan's (dance routine)." Why bother witcha? He said, "Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?" (I do!) Then I shot the nigga Let the heat rise, then it's peace God, I'm a 5%er He gonna be outlined in chalk before they find his killer It's crazy, he ain't raise none of his kids and now they lookin' at they father figure Time my nigga [Round 2: Danny Myers] This nigga brought up my wife's past drug addiction I'ma make him disappear Voila Bitch, I won't send you to the most high BOAW! I lied (Allah) Aye Smack, what the fuck do y'all pay this nigga? Talkin' 'bout Blitzen and prancin' before Christmas 'Til I slay (sleigh) this nigga Bar God! Let me talk to my opposition He looks like one of them land lords that when a woman don't have all the rent&he offers a proposition Not to mention, take Nitty, Ave, O-Red, a couple slick lines Put all those styles in a blender, mix it just fine Throw in some Cleveland bars, some reaches, shake it six times Pour all that shit out on this stage and you get Fonz Yo' style of rappin' done came and went, I'm the type of nigga they can't invent It's crazy how we love boxin' but in battle rap punchers are rarely the main event See the thang is this, you thought you had this game in a Monopoly I watched the Land Lord stand before three judges and lose 100K worth of property Properly, I can pine box him, or show him I done spent some time boxin' I'll be in Cleveland, grabbin' this bitch; Deshaun Watson {Danny asks the crowd to throw his hat back and multiple hats get thrown on stage} This nigga's fuckin' trash Every battle, often wack that's true I love the crowd, and I'ma be tossin' caps at you {Danny jumps in the crowd} Properly, I can pine box him, or show him I done spent some time boxin' I'll be in Cleveland, grabbin' this bitch; Deshaun Watson The .9 option, I aim at the baller 'til his roof bleed Truthfully, we all Semi Pros it's the Drew League Who's he? He knows my squad'll blast K's How he want steam when the Sig' (cig') on the drum look like a smokeless bottom ashtray You dyin' at a fast rate, I'll spark my fifth if I see you drivin' Ya shit'll look like the car Marshawn Lynch got his DUI in We see you thrivin', you was supposed to battle Charlie Clips on yo' league, URL wasn't with the nonsense He said "All I'ma do is punch", and Beasley blocked it Tryna get them measly profits, you and Referee, what I pull stretch him I'll have two arms over your head, and that fool (full) Nelson What y'all need a description? The toaster clappin' Shoulder strap with the breathin' holes in the sleeve like a motor jacket Jolt him backwards, body stuck to the wall 'cause his soul is passin' Bones contractin', wings spring out his back like a locust hatchin' No compassion, I just wig out and gun butt you Halfway through your transition, let six out the pump slump you I gotta hold it right, but shit even if the kick fuck around and rip my thumb muscle This bitch got a stunt double What rumble? The only way you could plan at leavin' is planet leavin' this Or I could send ya soul back to ya old battle league That's when I watch you walk out this venue, get in yo' cab and fever it (Cabin Fever) I don't know what part of yo' brain made this elaborate scheme, to plant your feet against The same pavement the master teacher sits I'm a manic genius with The ability of channeling me chanting ME some shit Through a rift in a alternate reality where my stanzas pre exist Nigga you can't compete with this, I'm from a family of Crips We became numb to the cannon squeezin' shit It's like the firsst time I saw a body hauled off in a ambulance, the anesthesia hit You can only be a fan of me that's it That gangsta talk can't move me Just because you're built like Ave that don't make you street Listen Fonz, punching is simple, if I seem stressed It's 'cause every time I spit a punchline I feel I've regressed I'm thee best, and it's plain to see The reason they call me God is 'cause all you niggas prey (pray) to me Bar God [Round 2: Fonz] This nigga said he was gonna get me "slayed", he gonna need a lot of rounds I mention your wife and your daughter, and I'ma turn both them bitches to a Vixen if you don't calm it (Comet) down Bar God! Rebuttal game crazy, right? How are you always, almost Champion Of The Year? It's like you start at the top and slowly start to lose your spot dawg Had a classic with Roc, went against Ave and got knocked off But I wasn't shocked y'all Cause when they compare Myers material to Nathan's it just wasn't that hot dawg (dog) You say anything to say anything, that shit too lame Dan I learned to talk within the punch, I'm the Kool-Aid Man And I'ma walk through him Show Charlotte how a boss do him I ain't sayin' this an easy win, but they done gave me DM (medium) Well that's what they gonna need to talk to him Put somethin' sharp through him I'ma end up chalkin' this nigga A MAC rise, or ask God And I ain't talkin' forgiveness Nah, nah, nah, this blade like valet because it been through a lot And I'll let this bitch park in a tenant (parking attendant) Fuck talkin' my nigga, I just keep slashin' shit And slashin' shit Machete 'til the limbs fall, look at his poor shins (portions) I was never one to ration with You asked for this Magnum spit, I'm a true savage Project baby, stamped in the jungle like Blue Magic Tool clappin', this carbon handgun got a 10 drum One headshot he'll be a dead bum Smack I gave you murder, after murder, after murder And I still ain't got a contract that read "Rum" (redrum) Who he playin' wit'? We not finna act like you be sayin' shit They got me walkin' through a Parallel Universe just to get in contact with an Alien I'm dangerous I'ma put a hurtin' on somethin', he gon' leave this with knots and plenty scars And don't take those shots too personal Rum, I just got too many bars They can't stand Fonz, cause I been on my damn job And if we talkin' 'bout the stock involved, well knock it off You mid-tier in these fan's eyes I mean, even to us that seems odd Cause how you handle Roc when you thought you was finna cross over, but you dropped the ball Was it a Sham God? I been wiggin' We both put in pain with this But you been in this shit since '92, boy the game done switched And Dan's run remind me of And1 Cause the prime objective is to come and get paid from this But in spite of (Spider) a nigga puttin' in all that work When they gave him The Professor he still wasn't main event Bitch pop off, this .50 will have him leakin' Hot Sauce If anything Escalade I train for this You niggas got this shit twisted I don't care if the material he had amazin' I get a headache when the bitch spittin' Big difference And if that freestyle so cold, then ayo why he ain't hit Sikh (sick) wit' it? I been wiggin' This what a nigga about You gave up versus Sikh, the Bar God just gonna quit on us now? You mean to tell me the Figure of Figurora couldn't figure it out? This nigga a clown Who the fuck you think you schoolin' with them lectures? The shooters don't respect ya Talkin' 'bout you a real MC You know who was the Master of Ceremony? Bitch, the funeral director It ain't shit that they can do that's gon' protect ya They see that ya mans average And now that I got the glow, they can't compare me to ya man's status Cause he called out Sikh (sick) and that nigga got did tragic I called out Sikh (sick) and got to your first Summer Madness You bitch, you been weak {The crowd starts to get restless} I catch you outside of LA and put you six feet Oh you live in Vegas? You want to make it back to the Nevada you shouldn't tempt me I'm in North Carolina with some Cleveland niggas who grip heat Reckless thugs, Breakfast Club Cause if you try me in Charlotte, mayne (Charlemagne), the God will never make it back to NV (Envy) You been sweet You let a Harlem nigga play witcha rep Run off and didn't pay ya your check So bitch, don't come at me talkin' none of that crazy shit if you ain't say it to Rex {Crowd starts booing} I don't hate on the vets But it's hard to respect a nigga craft When you let that man finesse you for the raps Run off and didn't text a nigga jack It's a lesson in it Smack Cause how they sayin' the God's iller (Godzilla) and he couldn't get T. Rex to send it back That's a fact And I wasn't gonna say nothin' 'bout the 12 This my man, and understand, I ain't gonna talk about another nigga's L {Crowd starts booing again} But he went out the same way that these sucka niggas fell And they sayin' the God Almighty But Jesus Christ, that nigga Rex had supper with the 12 That's nonsense Fonz usin' the old Rex angle, who gives a fuck? Black Chyna, them niggas Rob bitch [Round 3: Danny Myers] Aye! The whole time he was wrappin', y'all was like, "What the fuck is happenin'?" [FACTS!] This nigga didn't bring no bitches here and still got boo's at Summer Madness Bar God! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! This finna be a bad year for you You tellin' me, them two Crucible niggas got more cheers than you? I'm talkin' 'bout kid goals Bitch, I'll let his family get involved I'm on stage Shining And he'll know it's Redrum when he see Danny in the hall Bar God! Before my older days, you either joined a Rollin' gang, or got with some Esse's that was throwin' weight Back when TLC first came out niggas would 'Creep' You couldn't 'Kick Off Ya Shoes And Relax Ya Feet' It was no escape (Xscape) I know my fate Cops with a case to arrest me Fuck the mark of the beast, I came from the belly Raised with Israelis, bangin' the deezy, what I'm aimin' is deadly Scope so big, from first person view it looks like I'm takin' a selfie Tell me, is you the dog? I'm the type of cat to pull a coup de gr�ce Shoot a sawed off so close it'll leave a hole the size of a Cougar paw through ya jaw Does this compute at all? I done seen tools evolve .9's to the pump with the cartridge, it ain't Albuterol Look what I do to y'all I come with niggas in gas masks that's steppin' And yellow coats, it'll look like a hazmat inspection Let's flashback a second You grew up in a project with mad traps Go to the studio, talk about your crimes on a rap track Which makes you a lab rat in essence Or maybe a half rat, your breed ain't certain You look like the EBAY version of TK Kirkland Fonz, you ever shipped zones? Or hit the block and got the zips gone? Whippin' was a talent, I got calluses 'round my wrist bones T-Mobile parking lot 5 brick sale, but I brought 6 home Convinced holmes to let a side kick slide off a flip phone Big chrome, the Llama gone connect What you call a gut shot that make all these niggas fall in line? Abdominal (A Domino) effect Bar God! I bring the drama to yo' set at every chance I'll be in Cleveland with a long arm like Larry Nance Y'all still think we the same, I show we're quite different Cold device with the motion light sense it They got the Land Lord versus the man that built a house on top of the bodies, I Poltergeist niggas Leave you froze in fright, body locked, contortion tight Sorta like venom absorbed from a Cobra bite victim Scope with night vision, he can't see, but he can tell for a fact they a threat When I raise this hair trigger, bullets stand up on the back of his neck Fuck a ambulance, airlift him, he gotta travel far Doctors gone have em hooked up to so much futuristic shit he gone wake up as a Avatar Battle god Y'all tryin' to convince me the Land Lord a killer or- Barbarian, when I been had the white bitch behind a hidden door? This is war You'll get socked from left to right if this nigga is steppin' You punch niggas direct, I punch niggas in different directions Lift up a weapon, and leave more slaughtered They always talk about my 10 kids, but never mention I'm a .4/forefather! War author I'll shoot the guy, who as brute as I I'll leave him in an unmarked grave, I don't think a proper funeral is suitin' Ty (Suit and tie) My view is odd Do you know why I'm so deranged when performin'? You don't understand the type of pain that was harnessed Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? [I do!] I came from the darkness I know niggas who daddies were killed over one stack, literally a band done (abandon) made niggas orphans I'm raisin' a Larkin BAOW! You on the ground with this shit Thank the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit Yikes! [Round 3: Fonz] This nigga doin' all this loud rappin' I'd rather have a pound clap him He threw his hat and y'all threw it back, y'all know why? Cause booin' me, the crowd cappin' {Crowd boos} You rhyme every fuckin' syllable Nigga that shit lame Fuck you tryin' to be? The dark Eminem (M&M)? Even that shit plain Why you rap this way? Yeah nigga to them you fake Another nigga tryin' to be the new Marshall Mathers? If you tryin' to mimic Em' you late (emulate) We used to get it in weight Whip it up and then put it in play We see an old head like Dan we give him the shakes Just a bunch of young niggas with heart, givin' out free base Intentional walk I really played the field Robbin' niggas, bangin' steel My lifestyle came with drills I lost my brother and I couldn't explain the pain I feel But I done seen more hardships (hard ships) than Navy Seals So when they told me I had you, I said this can't be real You will never beat me The Land Lord come thru in somethin' tinted, ain't checkin' y'all lease I'll slash ya, this disaster (Dizaster) ain't ya Lebanon peeps This ya veteran Pete? He was never no beast If these veterans all test I'm on his ass forever, he'll never get sleep Beretta with me And if you try to go to that Parallel Universe, then bitch you better have a Meta World Peace (piece) Bitch, I ain't never been sweet Who you tryin' to convince? Like, you live and me and mines don't slide with the sticks until you see the .9 on the hip Stomach shot, you ever seen the episode of Cheaters This'll have a nigga spyin' (spine) on his bitch That's gross shit Grab a blade and start to poke shit Take it out then let it slide back into DM, I was lookin' for this old bitch He gon' fold quick They gon' have to pay a bail for Fonz You told a nigga you will make his shit knock Bitch stop, there ain't nothin' you can tell to Fonz Mortal Kombat bars you use 'em, you gon' fail this time Cause you seen what I did to Lu and I didn't smoke witchu What you think this sub gon' do to an Elder God? And you an elder, God How the fuck is you considered a boss? Whatchu gon' teach me? Bitch you used to live in a park That's not what a nigga playin' for You wanna know a Parallel Universe? You went homeless since the rap, finally get on SMACK The ten years after that they give you the Land Lord Fuck what you stand for Danny I would hate to be you, you got 20 years in this shit And still in the same spot, man the game don't need you Far as battle rappers, you one of the oldest (Otis) and 'Ain't Nobody Came To See You' Nigga you here because of me, you ain't give me the look I got this shit on my own, on the road, electric stove, I never needed gas for a nigga to cook You from the west and you don't even bang a set, this nigga shook Smack got me whippin' a neutral nigga but he still won't give me a push You a lame Dan You from Gang Land? Well I slide with the shooters So any talks about me comin' off the ropes, you better know that's a high risk maneuver On my side is Rueger I never been the wrestlin' type, but I'll still catch wreck with a knife This bitch like Social Security, give his old ass a bag for the rest of his life I don't care if you nice I'm not concerned with his rebuttaling Pen greatness He been basic Liam Neeson, not because he got a particular set of skills It's cause he the old nigga that keep gettin' his kids Taken And every battle it's a new baby boy I know that's crazy drama All them kids and they still givin' peanuts to a vet Them Jody baby mamas You got ten kids? Scattered across the world? A babysitter would be handy You even got kids with yo' DNA in NY, Roc, where the fuck is D Nanny? He can't stand me Bitch I'm the big dawg Aye, they put you in this bitch with the big dawg You told Ave you was impotent nigga, big pause We call your wife, "Sticky Vicky", she ain't pretty but she a thick broad An ex dope head with some dope head, I mean the bitch raw Which explains why my dick large but be fittin' all in the bitch jaws She licks balls Then I'ma hit raw I don't know how long your wife been sober, cause I ain't seen her with drawers (withdrawal) He pissed off I went to Pound Town with his bitch Clownin' the shit Melvin from Baby Boy hoppin' around wit' the bitch Growlin' the shit She deep throat, downin' the dick He lookin' at the house camera like, "Damn, she on the ground with the shit." And after I nut the slut gonna get a whole 'nother round of this shit Yikes!