URLtv, Danny Myers, Drugz - Danny Myers vs. Drugz lyrics

I ain’t wanna take this bag
But I'ma kill you, and I'ma make it fast
The minute they gave me a trailer for
Drugz I knew he’d be Breaking Bad
Let’s make this crystal, I
Pushed this battle twice
Not cause he scared me but, I had to say no
To Drugzthen they DARED me
Therapy, this intervention comes set
With a price his family gathered
Giving speeches how Drugz affected their life
My skills come second to Christ
He might see Heaven now
I’m a god amongst mеn
That’ll likely severе crowns
Fans view this battle and think
I might be steppin’ down
But, I’m using Drugz to get to bigger
Cards like Mike P second round
You got this battle cause they
Canceled me versus Will, bruh feel the facts


You was a stand in on Born Legacy 10
And I done peeled it back
They rebooked me versus Will
I’m still obligated to come kill this cat
It’s crazy I got out the dope game
And I’m still doing Drug deals with SMACK
I feel the flak for taking you
I beat legends with everlasting fame
This ain’t Tenet
Stop acting like the protagonist
Never had a name
Besides, I’m here to get this peon sharper
This battle is the highlight of your
Life and I’m the neon marker
He’s beyond bothered
Lyrically I’m a phenom author
The last wave of battle rappers
You can see I fathered
The Parallel Universe
I done heard it flipped eight ways they say
Before there was Drugz I was the gateway
Mainstage book Jeruz
But get you for a cheaper rate
Twork (twerk) gon' always be part of yo’ legacy like Lisa Raye
You finna bleed today, blade tucked
I get up on you then it raise up
My knife the vaccine
Drugz get the whole side of his face stuck
You gon' say what? We got machetes
Them Twitter fingers get chopped at
He tweeted some shit he
Wasn’t supposed to say, then he got hacked
Glock clap, pop the banger
You in all kinda danger
Hydro shock hollow tip bullet
In the Llama chamber i’m a dominator
Last few classics I’m the common denominator
Yet and still Champion Of The
Year don’t nominate him they gotta hate him
But the fans revere me like I’m a savior
Y’all favorite are duckin’ me
I’m the reason Surf became a commentator
I’ll address the drama later
My wife and kids, them lame angles bore me
We not in the same dimensionyou
Got nothin’ for D (4D)
Of course we, can shoot it out
Give a fuck if his child ‘round
Loud pound, all in his face
Knockin’ this clown down
Better tone that bass
All in my space rockin’ a wild style
I put duct tape around his
Mouth: I can surround sound!
This wasn’t even hooked up right
They say this lame a writer
Every time I see him he got on gang attire
Wait, "surround sound?"
"Ain’t hooked up right?"
Cause when ya surround sound
Ain’t hooked up right
You see a bunch of hangin’ wires-
You can’t even hang with Myers, bang the fire
Metal in ya mouth, the taste acquired
Niggas act like having a pen
In battle rap ain’t required
We don’t got the same desire
You worried about who name is higher
I'm writin' cold (code) to show you it’s
Levels like game designers
Ya brain is minor, the thang will fire
You on the ground with this shit-

You backed out twice 'cause you were
Scared to get it poppin'
Now I'm at his crib
I'mma shoot it up if he don't unlock it
The locals told me he moved
Out, I'm causin' a scene, i need to stop it
His ho told me, "He moved out of town"
I ain't wit' the gossip
Why would I sit here and trade rumors
When I can be in Daniel
(Danuel) House wit' a Rocket!?
Quit the nonsense
You 'bout to get dog-walked
Blade, soon as you say "Hi" -
(swoo) cut the small talk it get all dark
I'm here for angles
Tie him up in front of his
Kids and blow the stainless
Bang! They replay that scene in
Their head every day, for ages
They'll never be the same
Everybody childhood crush (ed) like Topanga!
I like bangers! I'm-
WHAT!? I like bangers
I'm a heater-gripper
It's a rifle on the tripod soon
As I see the nigga
My offer? Steel (still) stands! Reconsider!
I ain't have to see this nigga!
That's why when they called to book
It was hard for the reasonin'
I looked them people dead in
They face and said, "I'm not needin' him"
That last shot was more than enough
But after Rum, talk with God
Like, "Man, if you get me through this
I ain't never gon' drink again"
Auf wiedersehen i say that 'cause it's
A German chopper pullin', danny
Wit' a hundred rounds crouch down
Put 50 into DM like a sugar daddy
Don't put it past me i'm a vet-shelfer
This 50-caliber? Vest-melter
BOW! Receive a onslaught
(receiver on slot) like Wes Welker!
Can't nobody in your set help ya
I'mma shoot you and who you roll
Up wit' like State Property
Alright, alright, I ain't gon' lie
That last bar was kinda lame, probably
But, I say that to say you're
Not the only one that die (dye)
Packs get taken out this is a bank robbery
I'm an anomaly
I been brandin' myself the top of 2020
Thinkin' it would bring me stardom
Then Smack used the tournament to
Reinvent and push other artists
Slight smack in the face
But I strung together some good performances
So the respect, I got it regardless
I'm just sayin'
Don't forget I'm the first to take that
And factored step back like Kemba Walker
Now Smack left handin' me all
These little James Hardens
This shit appallin'
Lift a cartridge, bro can get the tool
You from Figueroa? Just know that I'm in tune
I pull up, pop out
Put the pole up on the fool
I'm ridin' 'round South Central gettin'
Loco wit' a Deuce!
This is proof that you just
Be makin' bad decisions
You battle Ars' tomorrow, me today
Ill Will yes- well, goddamn, my nigga
Listen, I know I'm not the toppest of
Tiers on that list of names
But you know I can clash wit' killers
So don't come in here and take it light on
The DMV or you won't pass a mission
(emission)! Grab a Biscuit!
I'm tryna let a Llama blaze
I been chasin' this old nigga for two months
Now I'm tired of games
While you was duckin', I was practicin'
Now I'm highly trained
And since I put in all this work, finally
I gotta (got a) raise!
Bang! Round 1, man

Ain't nobody duck yo' bitch ass
You came to run with a killer
Nigga, I will headshot yo' bitch ass
And get Topanga number from Chilla bar God!
Mr tough guy huh? It’s time for
An OG to lecture him
I know prison niggas who hit the yard and
Banged it out with the best of 'em
I know niggas who sell weight and
Break down grams to the decimal
But we all know, never go to another man's
City disrespectin' 'em
Let’s play Swear To God
Swear to God you ain’t get ran outta St Louis

Swear to God on my daughter

Bitch, don't talk while I'm rapping!

Swear to God you ain't get ran outta St louis
See, in every round he let the 40 blow
Oh, y’all ain’t hear this story?
Well this how the story go
They drove you through the hood
Took you to a block where the gats rung
Same street where them packs come
Y’all drove by a dope house
And you said "That’s where Yung
Ill get his crack from"
And that’s dumb, cause he watching live
He wasn’t fuckin’ with cha'
You was about to battle F Mag
‘til he pulled up with a hundred niggas
Yung Ill don’t be on social media
He not with the mentions
Sometimes it be about what you say
Not the intention
They pulled up to venue with
Choppers and Glocks with extensions
Looked like a zombie movie
A bunch of Ill niggas blockin’ the entrance!
The league owner said
"This a murder I’m not finna witness"
He kept 'em busy while they snuck you
Out the spot with the quickness
Parking lot full of henchmen
They was tryna cut ya jugular
They had to sneak Drugz into
The airport like a smuggler
What’s up with ya?
That night you almost died Drugz
They just couldn’t bump into this
Pussy like a side hug
They was outside Blood
Ready to make you feel they law it’s crazy
They ain't get a chance to step on
Drugz and you still ain’t raw
But this don’t affect your Goons standing
You still lyrically fearless
But the way I witnessed Moon landin'
I’m no longer a conspiracy theorist
What’s up with that uppercut you threw?
Not the fast onethe slow one
Who the fuck you thought you
Was gone hit with this? No one
Looked like some ol' drunken master Kung-Fu
So dumb the minute you come at me with that
Karate shit is when I show gun (Shogun)
Wait! "Show gun", flip that
Ya nickname is "Gun Show", I’m well-protected
So when I show gun to "The
Gun Show" it’s self reflection
Listen, Yusef!
I got a bullet with yo’ name on it
The nine milli' spray
That’s a name a flip, but what’s the use if
(Yusef) you dyin’ anyway!? Bar God!
This ya last hour, B dots on ya head
The man got a Glock
Long extension, round at the bottom
Look like a Grandfather Clock
Ya time is tickin, heat is on you
The beef is local head shot
We even shell toes - you
Like Adidas don’t you?
We could show you anybody can
Put you to shame
You’re the least creative battle rapper
I mean look at your name
First he said "I'mma name myself 'Gun' nope
I got it" Then he shrugs
"I spit crack and I’m dope i’ll be Drugz"
FUCK! Just even thinkin' 'bout it
I get nose bleeds
You’re exactly the type of battle
Rapper that we don’t need
Most leagues only book you
Cause you’re so cheap pole squeeze
Then the rest go to ya kids like proceeds
Bro, please,!
What you fuckin' with a psycho for?
If you young niggas think you
Can punch with us old heads go watch George
Foreman vs Michael Moorer
I been in all types of war bitch nigga
And you on the ground with this shit
Dumb ass nigga got a whole
'nother round of this shit yikes!

Yo i said, yesterday at the faceoff
You went through your resume
Great track record
Just doesn't mean shit to me respectfully
That's 'cause nobody respects the fact that
You'll go down in history
You one of the most
Passionate, honest, courageous
Hardworking people we have in this culture
But for some reason
It still comes off so pitifully
Like sometimes, even kinda gimmicky
Like you, you there - yes, you
(Drugz points to a random
Caffeine staff member off-camera)
His spot on your Top 5, where is he? Exactly
You claim you type cold (code)
But can't nobody verify your identity!
Are you shittin' me!?
Your first PG vers' Mark Miner
I thought you would've been so famous
You had bars, performance, delivery, energy
Even dope angles fast-forward to now
You battle every two weeks, even guilt-free
Bro shameless
And it's exactly why that impression didn't
Last like a snow angel! You got me so angry
'Cause you write some of
The most perfect literature
I'm talkin' real-life Bar God shit, my nigga
Your verses Biblical
To let niggas disrespect your craft
The way you do, i should murk or injure you
After (punch) two lines (punch) , cross
It go from Parallel to, wellperpendicular!
Somebody gon' have to pick him up!
He on the ground havin' dreams
How is it that your wife is
The one that gets high
But you're the one that acts like a fiend?
This nigga lands a hot bar
Then abruptly lets out a scream
That shit obscene, and corny
You really have to adjust those things
You're too animated
I'mma do this cartoon graphic
And DM gon' left on scene (seen)
Beam! 9 lift! Bomb shit!
Death is forever - you can't rewind it!
Fuck up the Parallel Universe
Like a time rift!
I ain't the nigga to get LIVE WITH!
It ain't hard, you can tell
I'll fuck up Caffeine equipment in here
I throw a cross very well
Man, y'all gon' have to use the
Backup camera after I PARK Parallel!
Go to Hell! That's what you oughta
He pulled a standard, I pulled an extended
The shit was comical
Looks like we got ourselves
A Mexican standoff here, bOYS!
What you gonna do!? (Danny grumbles
Clears his throat)
Exactly - lower your tone
Like "Who you talkin' to!?" he survive
We pull a audible and go where bro resides
Show disguise like "Get his daughter
Make sure we tell her 'Tell
Her little bro goodbye'"
We get away, I make a face
My nigga looked at me like
"What's on your mind?" man, fuck that
Spin the block and go back for Daniel son
(Daniel-san) like Cobra Kai
I got a 45and it's customized
To only shoot for me - it got a ring to it
If you try to take my gun
And use it on me, Danny
You'd just be plain stupid he did it anyway
Told him the stove was hot
Tried it - what happened? Absolutely nothin'
Not a thing, loser
It don't hit the same without
Drugz like rave music gun Show

I ain’t say shit the whole
Time you was rappin’
In case you ain’t get what the message was
I wasn’t moved by a single thing you said
Cause I really felt the effects of Drugz
My wife battled and beat drug addiction
She quit her consumption
While I battled redundant angles
And niggas assumptions feelings of numbness
That I gotta say this shit in the public
But in exchange for them giving me Drugz
I’m giving 'em substance

Who am I?
I been wrapped in plastic packages and
Stashed between racks and beams
Covered with Vaseline and placed in
The tank with the gasoline who am I?
I'm from a troubled past, I
Been stuffed and tagged
Cut and slashed while being transported
Inside a duffel bag who am I?
I done had every name
From "snuff" to "glass", "huff" and "hash"
Niggas puff and pass while they cuttin' class
Who am I? I been inside of trunks of trucks
That crashed, high speed chases
Fuckin’ fast niggas buck and blast at under
Covers who up the badge who am I?
I’m the reason niggas is clappin’
I’m the reason that T Top and
Eazy The Block Captain rappin’ who am I?
I’m the reason Geechi can get his set fresh
I’m the reason Goodz came to
The battles the best dressed who am I?
Even in square form I’m a masterpiece
The cause of catastrophes
They even named this battle league after me
Who am I?
I’m the reason dope fiends standin' ‘round
I’m different colors from tan to brown
Different weights from grams to pounds
Who I am?
I'm the reason niggas up the shotty for me
Street niggas lobby for me
Back in the day yo’ mommy probably
Traded her body for me who am I?
I am urban folklore
The reason prostitutes suck until
Their throat sore
I’m what Tony Montana got on that boat for
Who am I?
I’m what put niggas up in the nice Benzes
Diamonds crushed up in the ice pendant
Fuckin’ with white women
Duckin’ a life sentence who am I?
To test my potency I
Was submerged within fire
I done ended careers and started empires
Who am I? Skin made of cellophane but
They ripped mine off
I been hunted by FBI, DEA
Even sniffed by dogs
This is not all, I been whipped, split
Froze and rocked
Flipped, shipped, rolled and popped
Sniffed, sipped, smoked and shot who am I?
I AM DRUGS! Who the fuck are you?!
Just a nigga that spit gun bars
I gave niggas life
They just get this nigga Drugz charged
You sub par, this the future I’ve created
I’m the GOAT
I done left whole groups annihilated
This a dream come true for you
Just view what I am sayin’
It’s fucked up I gotta smoke Drugz
And see my pupil die elated (dilated)
You been violated
You on the ground with this shit
Thank the Lord he ain’t got
Another round of this shit yikes!

I saidaaghh said I was just playin' Warzone
Droppin' in the AO
Mindin' my business in my home
Beasley called me once
I ignored that shit like "Leave me alone"
He called again, I picked it up
"I know what you want you're on your own"
Besides, he already backed out twice
And I got bigger goals
But since you keep offerin' me DM
(medium) , I'mma talk to his soul
'Cause you be in the zone
It's like you can't go
Nowhere without battle rappin'
The shit be controllin' him
This nigga got some type-a "I
Can't not battle rap" phobia!
Y'all be gassin' this oldhead
Knowin' there's no hope for him
Then gave a fossil fuel like petroleum!
This shit is OVER wit'!
My advice is don't die!
When they called me for this
Shit, I'm like "Bro, why?
Danny Myers vs drugz, Beasley? Man
You probably think that shit sounds so fly"
Not realizin' the Bar God ain't got
Nothin' on the Most High!
I really served guys drugs of all kinds
Even if he wasn't drivin'
I'd tell him "Swerve by"
Serve a nigga straight out the walk
(wok) , he'd be stir-fried
Fiends for sure high
That's how they know the artist
The pills I'm pressin' up now
I don't even know what to call it
I just give a tester to a fiend
So he don't think it's garbage
Make a fiend pop a
(papa) Bean like Kobe father!
Bro, be honest!
It was other niggas wit' product
But ours was better
Serve a nigga auntie acid
(antiacid) tablets like Alka-Seltzer
We got a thousand methods
Mix the coke wit' the dope
What you know about that, shorty?
They hit my phone like "I know
You got that for me" "Surely apartment 4"
Then brought him up to
Speed like a backstory!
I pack 40s! This shit bang stupid!
Every time you see me, you hear it
It's like my theme music!
You gon' be leakin' brain fluid!
GPS tracker the whip, it led us to him
Lampin' outside the crib like a porch light
Ready to put some pressure to him
He take one step outside
I'mma put a Beretta to him parallel!
Nigga walked outside and caught a exit wound!
Let this be a lesson to him
You said we was in here
Battlin' for our respect
And that was the plan
Y'all remember that viral video where a nigga
Caught his bitch wit' her side man?
'Cause, I don't know if you prepared
To die for this, pussy, but I am!

(Danny Myers giggles as he and
Drugz dap each other up)

Gun Show, man

Ha ha! Good shit, nigga good shit, man

Gangsta

Good shit