World War 3 by GAWNE Lyrics
[Chorus: GAWNE]
Oh God, Father, what have we done?
Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah, me and VI, we meet again, round three ain't the same
[Verse 1: GAWNE]
As a brawl, this time, we coming for y'all
I put the clip in the MAC, pass it to VI and he draws
He puts that gun to your jaw (Doo-doo), like the hair of Rapunzel, you fall
Rapping underdogs, collab on a song
On-on-on-on-once upon a time in like '96, when I was a tiny shit
Born into the world, and the doctors said I was a whiny kid, cried a bit
Then I tried to spit, yeah, I admit my first words were something like "Flibbity Hibbity"
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Choppa flow, when I lock and load, my shit is unstoppable
All I ever wanted was my momma to be proud
All my life, I had anxiety that I would let her down
Watch her break her back to make a check, it hurts so bad, I bounced
From the couch, out the motherfucking house
Since the motherfucking doors shutted, I been cold-blooded
Growing up with like no money without a full stomach made me so hungry
So fuck a candy bar, I only eat the rappers
I decapitate 'em, no channing, and turning emcee backwards
Till his spleen fractures, I leave cashes in meets, scratches
As I'm relapsing, I caffeine capsules I wreak havoc- on
Clock is ticking, I yawn, yeah
Tick-tick- I rap long, yeah, all I ever do is get up on the mic
And murder every single song, yeah, motherfucker, we is reckless
No diss record, just Luke GAWNE and VI Seconds, gotta respect it
Rappers in my scope, I got a lot
Yeah, I lost to VI, he's the GAWD, but y'all must've forgot
Ah, y'all must've forgot
I don't sneak-diss, little pussies, you'll get popped
Don't confuse this shit, when it comes to battle rap
There's not a dude besides VI on this YouTube shit
That can go against me and not lose real quick
That includes Munfo, and that screw-faced- (Bitch)
Y'all are fuck-buddies, damn, it's no wonder you're butt-hurt
Scru, this ain't Upchurch, I'll expose pussies like upskirts
If country singers making you lose
Then come at Shaq one more time and I'll make you No Life Scru
Half you motherfuckers ain't rappers, you're reactors, like Joe Budden when he's podcasting
That rap-hat of yours is on backwards, I'm sick of talkin', let's get to rapping
I'm sick of tweetin', you all cappin', better call the cabin, go fall back
Like trick-or-treatin', it was all sweet till I light you up, like a jack o' lantern
Feed 'em that eating apple, Eve and Adam, I leave an emcee
With an L-O-S-E in the heat of battle, [?] elementary level of rappers
All I needed to get beat from you cattle, I wreak the havoc, never cease till I see the maggots
Eat you bastards, fucking with the most "He's dramatic" emcee ever, but I seek to damage
How many rappers murdered? Put the bodies in the bag, they deceased; I murked them
Oh shit, I think I see one squirming- it's Dax!
So should we leave them breathing, or unleash the demon? Lurking peace on Earth is slowly fleeding
World War III is certain, 'cause these emcees are blind to my skill, they can not see, like Germans
Everybody thinking that they really 'bout it, when they Twitter-tweetin' all this shit about me
Keep on talking 'bout me till you catch a bounty, then they find your body with the chalk around it
Yeah, boo-hoo, little wack fools, y'all rap dudes wearing poo-poo pampers
All of y'all been moving weird, I hate motherfuckin' YouTube rappers
[Chorus: GAWNE]
Oh God, Father, what have we done?
Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah, me and VI, we meet again, round three ain't the same
[Verse 2: VI Seconds]
I've developed a habit of sorts
I'm the type to kill you, then do a collab with your corpse
Send words at me, then I'ma let the ratchet retort
Side bar, Scru and Munfu, my mandem of course
I will poof you niggas, if I choose to, I'm coo-coo, nigga
Deuce-Deuce spitter, I hate most of you YouTube niggas
Get stupid if we fall out, like a loose tooth, nigga
The handy-dandy drawn, like Blue's Clues, nigga
You're fucking embarrassing, you don't get etiquette; y'all don't know how to act
Do anything for applause till you end up getting clapped
Cornballs don't wanna box, but none of these niggas know how to scrap
Fuck niggas that wanna diss, but none of these niggas know how to rap
See the ratchet; the blood sucker, if you speaking on me, brother
It get popping for the views since you like leeching off each other
I'll be in the cut, watching, shaking my head
Same niggas y'all gossip 'bout try breaking the bread
What part of the game is this? Why y'all niggas so pussy?
Keep clacking till I clack it 'cause you've chosen to push me
Cut those versus verses you'll be rehearsing with all them curses
'Cause most of y'all the nicest motherfuckers in person
These ain't bars, I'm just telling y'all what all of your lives like
If you sleeping, you get plugged, lit up, like a night light
I'll give it to anybody in this bitch for the profit
Trying to say I ain't the Gawd only shows the false prophets
I'll be where your IP is, I'll go door-to-door knocking
To punch you in your mouth and take shit out your pockets
I'm the whooping that you don't want; you'll never be ready
Y'all niggas grown-ass men still looking like you get wedgies, I'm different!
Watch your mouth when speaking my name
You're in arm's reach? The arm's reached, so stay out of my range
I won't [?] you, I making sure to forget you when the TEC "Pew"
You ain't never rap with me? I pro'bly don't respect you
YouTube done bred pussies, this a venue for a front
Hold my four front, blinking at everyone on the forefront
These fast rap niggas that don't say shit
These niggas that love to tweet about you, but see you and don't say shit
[?], you get filleted, but I don't say shit
On the side, I got lines for all of y'all like a K-Swiss
The nicest nigga in this bitch, I'm death to you rappers
Insecurities got you buggin', who's protecting you actors?
Every play from y'all is scripted, all you fucking do is bitching
Then shit get real, you backpedal and act uplifting
Y'all cornballs and now you hear me speaking to you
You're hearing me pop smoke, rest in peace to the woo, it's Brooklyn!
And I don't care if you a nigga that does reactions
A Paul's brother, KSI; I want action
A fake positive YouTube rapper; I want action
I'll back-smack you and put it on Twitter; I want action
Y'all disgust me, and now there's a reason to discuss me
I know some of y'all wanna punch me, but won't touch me
[?] beauty [?] that's trying to fuck me
Rest of you motherfuckers ain't lucky, [?]
[Chorus: GAWNE]
Oh God, Father, what have we done?
Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah, me and VI, we meet again, round three ain't the same
Oh God, Father, what have we done?
Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah, me and VI, we meet again, round three ain't the same
[Verse 1: GAWNE]
As a brawl, this time, we coming for y'all
I put the clip in the MAC, pass it to VI and he draws
He puts that gun to your jaw (Doo-doo), like the hair of Rapunzel, you fall
Rapping underdogs, collab on a song
On-on-on-on-once upon a time in like '96, when I was a tiny shit
Born into the world, and the doctors said I was a whiny kid, cried a bit
Then I tried to spit, yeah, I admit my first words were something like "Flibbity Hibbity"
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Choppa flow, when I lock and load, my shit is unstoppable
All I ever wanted was my momma to be proud
All my life, I had anxiety that I would let her down
Watch her break her back to make a check, it hurts so bad, I bounced
From the couch, out the motherfucking house
Since the motherfucking doors shutted, I been cold-blooded
Growing up with like no money without a full stomach made me so hungry
So fuck a candy bar, I only eat the rappers
I decapitate 'em, no channing, and turning emcee backwards
Till his spleen fractures, I leave cashes in meets, scratches
As I'm relapsing, I caffeine capsules I wreak havoc- on
Clock is ticking, I yawn, yeah
Tick-tick- I rap long, yeah, all I ever do is get up on the mic
And murder every single song, yeah, motherfucker, we is reckless
No diss record, just Luke GAWNE and VI Seconds, gotta respect it
Rappers in my scope, I got a lot
Yeah, I lost to VI, he's the GAWD, but y'all must've forgot
Ah, y'all must've forgot
I don't sneak-diss, little pussies, you'll get popped
Don't confuse this shit, when it comes to battle rap
There's not a dude besides VI on this YouTube shit
That can go against me and not lose real quick
That includes Munfo, and that screw-faced- (Bitch)
Y'all are fuck-buddies, damn, it's no wonder you're butt-hurt
Scru, this ain't Upchurch, I'll expose pussies like upskirts
If country singers making you lose
Then come at Shaq one more time and I'll make you No Life Scru
Half you motherfuckers ain't rappers, you're reactors, like Joe Budden when he's podcasting
That rap-hat of yours is on backwards, I'm sick of talkin', let's get to rapping
I'm sick of tweetin', you all cappin', better call the cabin, go fall back
Like trick-or-treatin', it was all sweet till I light you up, like a jack o' lantern
Feed 'em that eating apple, Eve and Adam, I leave an emcee
With an L-O-S-E in the heat of battle, [?] elementary level of rappers
All I needed to get beat from you cattle, I wreak the havoc, never cease till I see the maggots
Eat you bastards, fucking with the most "He's dramatic" emcee ever, but I seek to damage
How many rappers murdered? Put the bodies in the bag, they deceased; I murked them
Oh shit, I think I see one squirming- it's Dax!
So should we leave them breathing, or unleash the demon? Lurking peace on Earth is slowly fleeding
World War III is certain, 'cause these emcees are blind to my skill, they can not see, like Germans
Everybody thinking that they really 'bout it, when they Twitter-tweetin' all this shit about me
Keep on talking 'bout me till you catch a bounty, then they find your body with the chalk around it
Yeah, boo-hoo, little wack fools, y'all rap dudes wearing poo-poo pampers
All of y'all been moving weird, I hate motherfuckin' YouTube rappers
[Chorus: GAWNE]
Oh God, Father, what have we done?
Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah, me and VI, we meet again, round three ain't the same
[Verse 2: VI Seconds]
I've developed a habit of sorts
I'm the type to kill you, then do a collab with your corpse
Send words at me, then I'ma let the ratchet retort
Side bar, Scru and Munfu, my mandem of course
I will poof you niggas, if I choose to, I'm coo-coo, nigga
Deuce-Deuce spitter, I hate most of you YouTube niggas
Get stupid if we fall out, like a loose tooth, nigga
The handy-dandy drawn, like Blue's Clues, nigga
You're fucking embarrassing, you don't get etiquette; y'all don't know how to act
Do anything for applause till you end up getting clapped
Cornballs don't wanna box, but none of these niggas know how to scrap
Fuck niggas that wanna diss, but none of these niggas know how to rap
See the ratchet; the blood sucker, if you speaking on me, brother
It get popping for the views since you like leeching off each other
I'll be in the cut, watching, shaking my head
Same niggas y'all gossip 'bout try breaking the bread
What part of the game is this? Why y'all niggas so pussy?
Keep clacking till I clack it 'cause you've chosen to push me
Cut those versus verses you'll be rehearsing with all them curses
'Cause most of y'all the nicest motherfuckers in person
These ain't bars, I'm just telling y'all what all of your lives like
If you sleeping, you get plugged, lit up, like a night light
I'll give it to anybody in this bitch for the profit
Trying to say I ain't the Gawd only shows the false prophets
I'll be where your IP is, I'll go door-to-door knocking
To punch you in your mouth and take shit out your pockets
I'm the whooping that you don't want; you'll never be ready
Y'all niggas grown-ass men still looking like you get wedgies, I'm different!
Watch your mouth when speaking my name
You're in arm's reach? The arm's reached, so stay out of my range
I won't [?] you, I making sure to forget you when the TEC "Pew"
You ain't never rap with me? I pro'bly don't respect you
YouTube done bred pussies, this a venue for a front
Hold my four front, blinking at everyone on the forefront
These fast rap niggas that don't say shit
These niggas that love to tweet about you, but see you and don't say shit
[?], you get filleted, but I don't say shit
On the side, I got lines for all of y'all like a K-Swiss
The nicest nigga in this bitch, I'm death to you rappers
Insecurities got you buggin', who's protecting you actors?
Every play from y'all is scripted, all you fucking do is bitching
Then shit get real, you backpedal and act uplifting
Y'all cornballs and now you hear me speaking to you
You're hearing me pop smoke, rest in peace to the woo, it's Brooklyn!
And I don't care if you a nigga that does reactions
A Paul's brother, KSI; I want action
A fake positive YouTube rapper; I want action
I'll back-smack you and put it on Twitter; I want action
Y'all disgust me, and now there's a reason to discuss me
I know some of y'all wanna punch me, but won't touch me
[?] beauty [?] that's trying to fuck me
Rest of you motherfuckers ain't lucky, [?]
[Chorus: GAWNE]
Oh God, Father, what have we done?
Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run
But nobody is escaping the eye of the all-seeing ones above
Yeah, me and VI, we meet again, round three ain't the same