Freshy Kanal, GarbageGothic, J Morris the Review Guy - NF vs. Billie Eilish lyrics
Freshy Kanal
[Freshy Kanal, GarbageGothic, J Morris the Review Guy - NF vs. Billie Eilish lyrics]
Bonus battle! NF!
Vs billie Eilish!
Begin!
I'm bringing the clown out
I’m making the crowd shout
I started from writing
'bout Heaven you started from SoundCloud
The tables have turned
I'm the cig that’ll burn you
And leave everybody disturbed
This greenhead's sounding kinda smoked out
Call you Finneas and Herb
I wrote a lot of versus to Jesus
You're the frappe version of Yeezus
Went from OCD to releases
To now having beef with a vegan
Your bro and your managers hang on your neck
And you're claiming to be independent
Your label is just like your shirt size: I
Can't figure out where the head is
In our beliefs we polarize
'Cause God and Satan are broken ties
Your dark persona's a total lie
You've been washed up since Ocean Eyes
Demon-looking beings leaving evil feelings on
Me for being a believer
I’m a musical therapy session
But not even God could cure your Bieber fever
I thought a Christian would have
Cleaner bars to throw
Your first song’s your personality:
Single and Alone
Nowadays you write with your
Tears on minor keys
Your lock your childish burdens in traumas
Someone give a minor keys
I know that your facts are real
But lies just have appeal
Tom MacDonald brought better beef you
Can't combo a Happy Meal
You cried about some people giving criticism
’cause it never really brought money
This battle's confirming your critics your
Lyrics are NF: not funny
Where do you belong? I don't
Think it's a riddle
You’re a Stan, a copycat Eminem's Skittle
Got the 007 deadly sins aching in me
But your 5 albums introduced me
To the stages of grief (Duh)
You charted through depression
But can't top other charts
The only shopping cart I've seen you
In is on your cover art
You peaked when you screamed "let me
Down" and you dropped to start
While I'm so dope I killed the
Beat just like your mother's heart
My intros are movies you owe
Your soul to Adele
Too young to have Time to Die but
Still managed to go to hell
Bury a friend and the hatchet so
You wouldn't break a sweat
When you're spewing lines more scrambled then
When you go on Tourette's'
People wanna put me in a category but
If anybody is comparable to me
They're in a crisis
If you cannot see the damage you
Embody in a mental difficulty
Then you're Billie Eyeless
You're the biggest hypocrite depicted on the
Market, already tackled your pinnacle
So why you gotta lie?
I've searched for a therapist and not the
Musical edition of 13 Reasons Why!
Send your fan army to me
If you claim you got that many
I'd just get attacked by wafers from
A horde of Christian grannies
To listen to your ramblings
Your fans must take twenty xannies
But tonight I'll sweep the floor with a
Bad Guy like it's the Grammys
You've got no more game to quit
And no more pain to spit
Your rhymes in this battle only sell because
They put my name on it
Spend your penny wise, Balloon Boy
You can't match my throne
You say you wanna pay your bills
But Billie just got you owned
Vs billie Eilish!
Begin!
I'm bringing the clown out
I’m making the crowd shout
I started from writing
'bout Heaven you started from SoundCloud
The tables have turned
I'm the cig that’ll burn you
And leave everybody disturbed
This greenhead's sounding kinda smoked out
Call you Finneas and Herb
I wrote a lot of versus to Jesus
You're the frappe version of Yeezus
Went from OCD to releases
To now having beef with a vegan
Your bro and your managers hang on your neck
And you're claiming to be independent
Your label is just like your shirt size: I
Can't figure out where the head is
In our beliefs we polarize
'Cause God and Satan are broken ties
Your dark persona's a total lie
You've been washed up since Ocean Eyes
Demon-looking beings leaving evil feelings on
Me for being a believer
I’m a musical therapy session
But not even God could cure your Bieber fever
I thought a Christian would have
Cleaner bars to throw
Your first song’s your personality:
Single and Alone
Nowadays you write with your
Tears on minor keys
Your lock your childish burdens in traumas
Someone give a minor keys
I know that your facts are real
But lies just have appeal
Tom MacDonald brought better beef you
Can't combo a Happy Meal
You cried about some people giving criticism
’cause it never really brought money
This battle's confirming your critics your
Lyrics are NF: not funny
Where do you belong? I don't
Think it's a riddle
You’re a Stan, a copycat Eminem's Skittle
Got the 007 deadly sins aching in me
But your 5 albums introduced me
To the stages of grief (Duh)
You charted through depression
But can't top other charts
The only shopping cart I've seen you
In is on your cover art
You peaked when you screamed "let me
Down" and you dropped to start
While I'm so dope I killed the
Beat just like your mother's heart
My intros are movies you owe
Your soul to Adele
Too young to have Time to Die but
Still managed to go to hell
Bury a friend and the hatchet so
You wouldn't break a sweat
When you're spewing lines more scrambled then
When you go on Tourette's'
People wanna put me in a category but
If anybody is comparable to me
They're in a crisis
If you cannot see the damage you
Embody in a mental difficulty
Then you're Billie Eyeless
You're the biggest hypocrite depicted on the
Market, already tackled your pinnacle
So why you gotta lie?
I've searched for a therapist and not the
Musical edition of 13 Reasons Why!
Send your fan army to me
If you claim you got that many
I'd just get attacked by wafers from
A horde of Christian grannies
To listen to your ramblings
Your fans must take twenty xannies
But tonight I'll sweep the floor with a
Bad Guy like it's the Grammys
You've got no more game to quit
And no more pain to spit
Your rhymes in this battle only sell because
They put my name on it
Spend your penny wise, Balloon Boy
You can't match my throne
You say you wanna pay your bills
But Billie just got you owned