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

Yo, the last time I was
Here I battled Geechi, now the gun reloaded
K-Shine backed out
I took a battle on one week's notice
Yeah, I'm focused, like I'm James
Bond mixed with Genghis Khan
An all around beast
You get 30'd bad like Curry mad
You lose ya mouthpiece i'm 'bout beefin'
Outside of your house beepin'
With a broomstick in ya
Room quick like housekeepin' lose lips
You pussies gon' leave with ya mouth bleedin'
I already put Geechi in a box, I'm Crip
(crypt) keepin' lip readin'
I'm tryin' to see how you
Sayin' you got cheese
When against Rex you went straight through
Twelve like a kid genius bitch please
I don't think you know how much this means
Cause you've had a low self esteem


Since you lowered yourself to Steams
Screamin' URL don't book him enough
Shut the fuck up
Work with the hands they dealin' us
Stand there grillin' so I can slap you so
Hard AngryFan gon' feel it
Pussy yo' bitch ass ain't from these streets
This shit crazy my whole gang came from the
Trenches like Dick Tracy lead burn
Make his head turn like a thick lady
Two nines
Raised by both sides like a mixed baby
A lot of bangers
I hit you dead between yo' eyes
And Jealous Ones Envy
I read between the lines
You get shot up, or knocked out
Either way you'll wake up to see the god
Hugh Hefner
Bitch we already thought you was
Dead before you died
You a straight up a loonie
I will raise up an Uzi that'll have to peel
Ya face off like the makeup in movies
He be dancin' when he rappin'
That shit is straight up buffoonery
You must think doin' the Truffle Shuffle
Gonna shape up a Goonie i'm Gluey
Glue official, group of pistols
I'll let two burn on you chris Unbias
Fuck wit' the kid the whole group turn on you
But where's ya crew Daniel?
My tool will put two in Daniel
And two hands will twist up
Ya dawgs like balloon animals
I will ruin Daniel
But let yo' bitch come near me
Or you wife will get the strap like DJ Envy
100 guns, 100 clips, I never seen one empty
On the Westside
Ready To Die like a young white Biggie
But who's stoppin' 'em?
Catch him in Vegas: I'm 2Pac-in' 'em
Def Leppard: that one arm drummin'
But Glue rockin' 'em
Mufasa, Glue droppin' 'em
Yeah, ya lose oxygen
You got ten kids at home
Right nowwho watchin' 'em!?
He got like ten kids by ten baby
Mamas and you barely make ends meet
So I don't care how
Real he act, necrophiliac, he a dead beat
Lead speak, give us V103 like Grape Street
Every time I see you there's a tear
In yo' eye like Jon B
"Every time I see you"
You know what I'm sayin'
You fuckin' cry baby
Why lately we ain't see you?
It's cause URL ain't bookin' yo'
And we don't need you west west y'all
Carolina

I can let the 8 bang you
Or use my bare hands
You'll get straight strangled
Or hit this bitch with a NASCAR
Like fuck the race angle
Your kids are mixed
I thought about that when I
Took this rap rookie
We got somethin' in common
Cause, I too like to black pussy
I'll snatch ya mother
Wrap a cable around her neck
You can say bye to mom or you can pay
And she can buy out the cable like Viacom
Fire arm, all night
You don't wanna try that temper
The blade will be draggin'
(dragon) somewhere around your skin
Like a Triad member
You a white boy from the South!
Y'all some nasty, shady liars
I said, "Fuck yo' cousin!"
He said, "I already got a baby by her"
Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do
Death can be relied on normally
My homie grandfather died in World War 2
Then he died on Normandy
I'll take ya daughter's virginity on
Top of yo' grave i wish you'd slap me
She'll leave the flowers
(deflowered) on top of yo' tomb like
"I miss you daddy" nigga fuck you! This just
How us veterans rhyme
You take a shot back operatin' his spine
Cause you just a fat fuck that plays
A certain role when the cameras on
Bitch you Loretta Devine
Nigga, beef is forever, we sweep at whatever
The doctor got name flips
He tellin' Glue to "keep it together" ask P
You only got this battle from a lucky call
But, I ain't takin' no shit from
A life sized Chucky doll
I'll drag your granny wildin'
I'm only askin' once before that burst appear
But, if she don't give it up she'll
Be done over that purse severe (persevere)
I was waitin' on y'all
Niggas to say somethin'
Well fuck, I'ma say it then
The south is the reason hip hop
Is in the state it's in in '98
DMX had the coldest beats on the street
Then No Limit started droppin' a CD a week
Ca$h Money soon followed
New York I fuck wit y'all niggas
The south couldn't out rap you
But they sho' out hustled you niggas
Then y'all started soundin' like them niggas
Let me talk from my centerpiece
50, Bobby Shmurda, Desiigner
All with the mimickin'
The south was gettin' more
Money than Los Angeles
I'm just joggin' my memory
The west may have lost it's wallet
But New York lost it's identity
But, I got y'all
I stand before you and target my enemy
To bring him down usin' my death
Is part of my chemistry
Please pardon my ministry
These are the rounds that I harness
He was raised with blacks but it took
Me to surround him in darkness
I'll put a round in yo' carcass
I suggest you don't play wit' Dan
The clean up crew will be parked outside
Ya house like a surveillance van
Keep fuckin' wit' me
I think he tryin' to test
Where my patience stands
I'll run in his kitchen and leave Glue
On the cabinet like the maintenance man
Deuce five in the shoe
You'll be gunned down from a simple look
I reach for the ankle like shootin' a jumper
And comin' down on a nigga foot
I need forgiveness, believe me
When I leave a scene it's vicious
The smell everywhere
Detectives gon' swear I was cleanin' chitlins
If he kickin' it
Ya homie gettin' shot after I air somethin'
My gun a PS4 controller
It got a "Share" button listen Justin
I want the one on one
But niggas get done shifty
But, you look shady, so in just in
(Justin) case I brought the gun wit' me
Run quickly
One to his dome knock out his clarity
Then I proceed to go to
His children like a charity
I ain't sparin' him and he on
The ground wit' this shit
This wack MC got another two
Rounds of this shit yikes!

Y'all wanna hear a story about ya
Bar God that's so funny? Do you?
Why at BL4 you was in New York wit' no money?
Tell 'em how you wore the same clothes for
Two days straight you was so bummy
(yeah you did, you just changed ya hoodie)
Or tell 'em how you came to me
I bought you pizza to eat you was so hungry
You were mad you had to pay for a cab
I called Chico and got that right for you
I didn't have to do none of that
Bitch I was nice to you
Soon as P told me to write for
You it was goodnight for you
The knife was new
So this is the second time I
Got a slice for you

Aye man, I bought you pizza too!

They hypin' you
But, you be out here hypin' yourself
You say a hot bar and go
"Ahhh!" try to excite yo'self
He wanna diss me for bein' white
When he light himself
Bitch you a smidgen of melanin
From bein' white yo'self!
What worse than "cracker" he a nerd rapper
Bitch you said it yaself
You were the man on AHAT but
Here you sat on the shelf
Plus you gave Randy 12K wit' yo' idiot self
But, it's cool cause when the
Cops come, we got guns
So we gon' need a white boy around
To get rid of the twelve
Yeah, I let it spark on him
Pull a bulldog then let it bark on him
Danny dead, tannin' bed
It's gettin' dark for him
I just wait til he parks his
Whip then move on him
Tool on him, you get clipped before
You get to the store, i'm couponing
Who want it? This swammy will
Take ya family out
I more than win if we ever war
(wore) again like a hand-me down
Big poppa, twin choppers
I'll take ya family out uncle Jesse
I came to raise these twins up in Danny house
How you the president of AHAT
But, you signed to Smack? Bitch that's a fact
It's always the same song wit'
Every ratchet that he claps
Kinda remind me of Twork
Cause in the hood he gettin' known
As a rapper that's on Smack
But these head lines gon' make sure
You always battle in a hat (AHAT)
I'm strapped in
Yo shit is trash pussy, fuck ya career
Your shit was ass pussy i laughed at it
Act bad I'll beat yo' ass pussy
What's crackin'? Slight stumble
I'm not your ordinary Joe I'm
Not your average rookie
Behind these bars I make kids book
That's word to Tookie
So you gon' stand here and fight
Me like a man dawg
Cause, I ain't one of yo' baby
Mamas you can put hands on you stand strong
You came on a plane and got yo' blam on?
Now I got four mil's for nothin' like Cam'ron
Rap City shit

I'm shootin' at you from your neighbors house
I'm all at his window with the Glock smokin'
These bitches comin' from next door like the
Excuse for when you got roaches
Speakin' of roaches
If I hear you got some dope for sale
We'll have eight arms buggin' at Glue
Trap like a roach motel
Yo' bitch pussy stay wide open
She take my team
The lips don't ever close like Draymond Green
I got it on me
You won't make it to the next class
I'm allowed to let it flash in the buildin'
I got a press pass
You fall under the category of "white
Boy wit' a hood pass"
You get love on Smack even though
You're not as good as
Charron or Pat Stay but they don't
Count them cause they not Smack
You gon' fuck around and make Real
Deal take his spot back
You cannot rap, I am the GOAT, fuck tryna be
You remind me of Loaded Lux
Y'all Duck Dynasties
Don't he look like he hunt for food?
Well here's a message told clear to you
I don't give a fuck if you are a hunter
I'll kill everyone you hold dear
(deer) to you I don't wear Timbs
But, I'm 'bout to buy a pair
To use the rubber part
Cause it's only right I
(Timbaland) to this Bubba Sparxxx
You are a fuckin' mark
You pay your black friends
Cause you like goons
But y'all supposed to get two black
Eyes instead of a rat coon (raccoon)
URL, reminds me of Syria
I'll provide the facts
Cause these y'all people but y'all
Be gassin' these kidsbut aside
(Assad) from that
Street, Music, Art, Culture
I'll bring the Knowledge back
The most important part of this shit
Do you acknowledge that?
But, I got it Smack
Us lyrical niggas that spit that college rap
Don't appeal to them dumb down niggas
That bring them dollars back
But the irony in battle rap
You ain't even got to rap
Cause this culture is being based on
Performance and that's not an act
Let's have a boxing= match
You gon' face a serious fate
You gon' hate this double cross like
A bitch when her period late
You gon' hate this double cross like when you
Trust a nigga and give him yo' weight
You gon' hate this double
Cross like Jordan when
Allen did the shit in his face
I'ma quit dissin' his race
I'm ahead of the mission
All my opponents look the same
To me in Predator vision
I got paid to split yo' head
I ain't got no hate for the fella
But, I'll need Glue in staples
To keep my paper together
Now if we scrap and you got
Seven niggas witchu? I'ma be back
Cause, I'ma at least 4, 5, 6 and then G Rap's
Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do
I saw the devil out the blue
My nigga earned a living wearing
Steel toes til he
Was killed from a metal out the shoe
Yo' girl needed a daddy and I
Love gettin' paid off pimpin'
I'll put that bitch on a blade to
Give head like the Braveheart ended
We don't need guns
We gon' beat yo' ass and we ain't gon' wait
Watch when we take off these straps
The jump gon' be crazy like ankle weights
Bar God! My heart dark as Noob Saibot
His bars don't stick because
Of Glue dry spots
Acid barrels and cement shoes
Always ring wit' us bitch nigga
Bloodhounds can't smell where I done sent
(scent) niggas let y'all region vote
But after that keep yo' mouth closed
They won't say you cold even on a South Pole
(poll) i won't lose, even if a few cheat me
The irony is it'll be very difficult
To give it to 'Eazy
Yo' girl suck my dick at the park
I lost control hater that bitch made me come
(cum) off the bench so know yo' role player
We'll bless his soul later and you
On the ground wit' this shit
This wack MC got a whole
'nother round of this shit yikes!

Y'all ever wonder why I don't say shit
When i face racist comments and jokes?
Cause, I know any sign of real disrespect
He'll get shot in the throat
I'm not wit' it tho
See I ain't even wit' the drama no mo'
I've been raisin' a black kid
For six years Danny
And I ain't even wit' his mama no mo'
You think he cares what color I am when I'm
The one who puts the food on the table?
Clothes on his back, exactly
What yo' mouth bitch, know how to act
Cause now my son is his half brother
So act up
Any attempt to G check me gon' be lackluster
My pops died when I was five and he was 35
And sometimes my mind's blurry
But now I'm 34 with a four
Year old so now I'm worried
So go ahead and let all
The racist lines flurry
But think twice before usin' one
Cause you worried about losin'
To a white boy
I'm worried about him losin' one
Confusin' huh?
How I can go from dad to murkin' rappers
To bare (Bear) 45's like Urlacher
You full of crap
I pull a strap like a purse snatcher
I hurt rappers, wit' a blade
They be thinkin' I'm Rambo
I put it in, break it off
Just to make an example
I gotta tape it up again
When I blow you and jab you
Professor from And 1
I'm just a cracker with some
Tape and a handle
I am you, Gluey the god let's get it poppin'
Rappers get addressed
(a dress) wit' a ring like Dennis Rodman
Still keep that 40 to bust like
Dennis Hopkins and I'm plottin'
Dance wit' a can' I'm ditty boppin'
This shit's stoppin'
I just came to better myself cliff droppin'
Gotta make sure my legacy felt
You dick hoppin' bitch
Prolly cause you never yourself
But now the boy wins
Conjoined twins that's for gettin'
Too ahead of yaself

Glueazy has to stop due
To microphone problems

The steel on me, you get it first like TMZ
You act out, I black out like an EMP
That's music to a cracker ears like CMT
I gotta steal 50 (steel 50) like Rone DMV
Look they only gave me one week to
Get my flow and delivery down
He been sittin' for nine months
Maybe it's time to deliver those rounds
I'm sittin' him down
Gluey out here flexin' again
But Glue works Tsu Surf
I've been tryin' to put the best in the pen'
But, you standin' here, west coast
He a disgrace you don't ever let a white
Boy scream in ya face!

Bitch fuck yo' squad
We killin' all them niggas when
We approach them bums
But, you gon' get special treatment and take
Extra shots like a coach's son
I poke both ya lungs you fuckin' racist
Don't move another inch
He don't like no rappers from Sacramento but
He got posters of a Brother Lynch'ed
Ya own city is segregated and
That's wrong wit' me
Cause Carolina packs the blacks
In certain districts
Now do you zone wit' me? Chrome 50
Ya father get strangled 'til he die
Once I sacrifice a loved one
I put the Triangle in ya eye
He hit me wit' some bars, he on my head
But, I'm like, "Let's go off his"
My nigga got the K
I square up I wanna test those paw prints
Soon as he hit me the homie shoot him
I am willing to eat the clock to move
The sticks that's the west coast offense
I caught him slippin'! He wasn't strapped
And I'm gunnin' off scandalous
That means if 'Eazy had
Protection he wouldn't
Have died in front of Los Angeles
Who said you fuckin' sick? Never mind
The Glock finna pick him up
How ironic it'll be just in
(Justin) time if he don't get
To the hospital quick enough
I sold kilo's of heroin, trips outta state
I never dirt hustle
You never realized the weight of selling
Weight until the worst touch you
They gave my nigga 15 years for seven grams
I was at first puzzled
'Til he told me there's Big Trouble
In Little China like Kurt Russell
Are you a gangsta? Ain't scared of nothin'?
He kick is hellified?
Well I be y'all the fo' be up
(phobia) reason this bitch is terrified
You was verified
Ever since a rookie you was killin' dudes
You like Poligrip
Cause even the seniors were feelin' Glue
Aside from killin' you
DMV can't see the west i say
"Fuck them niggas" I would
Smack Twork but some
Places don't allow you to touch the strippers
"But Danny
Twork a beast and he's stronger than you"
Well sure he is, but he also knows
(nose) rounds be in his face
Like his jewelry is i assure these kids
The old man's still got it
Stop bringin' him at me
If you don't believe me then one of
Y'all niggas gon' swing on yo' daddy
They called us "3 5th of a man"
Raped our women and snatched our kin from us
They act like gods among us and should
Be called "heroes" for that Injustice
I tapped into my third eye
I was in tune with it recently
No human with decency is
Immune to it's frequency
But soon it unleashed to me
The power to consume the beast in me
I assumed the role of tombs beneath MCs
You got heart for takin' this battle
Niggas don't wanna jump in the ring
Ever since White Men Can't Jump
Niggas been duckin' the king
Glue frontin' like he don't know me
Check the work, you the lamest fag
He'll recognize me when I pick up this stick
It's like a gamer tag
Havin' pen game is all in the details G
I give y'all extra content and they
Still try to give DL C (DLC)
This why I don't play game wit' you niggas
But we can play wit' the knives a bit
Jug his throat, blood gon' be gushin' out
Like a geyser ripped
Break the knife off in you, real deep
You won't survive a lick
Surgeons gon' get a weapon out of
Glue on some Macgyver shit
Fuck you Justin Driver! You can't punk Myers
You thought you would get a buzz behind
These rounds? You must be drunk Driver
Gun fire, we film your death
Sell it for 10 cents
Then title the shit whatever
We want like incense nOME, Summer Madness
Them cards I could've been wit'
But, if I mishandle Glue' I
Can't leave an imprint
I was in Heaven talkin' to the creator
It was plenty odd i said, "You gon' send
Jesus Christ down first
Right? And then me God (demigod)?"
I blacked out, woke up in the form a demigod
But my human side forced me
To join a semi squad
I'll come to Carolina and do
You vicious that day
I'll burn you in Salem then laugh
At ya life which is (witches) at stake
I should spit in ya face
And he on the ground wit' this shit
Thank the Lord he ain't got
Another round of this shit yikes!