Danny Myers vs. Cobbins by The Connects Battle Rap League Lyrics
[Round 1: Danny Myers]
You know how many men try?
My bars penetrates ya soul when my pen glides
Trump told you niggas, this infects (disinfects) you from the inside
Another Christian rapper
Trust me these raps will mangle ya
Once again I'm whippin' a cross like Castlevania
You tryin' to guard yo' daddy when I'm shootin' at him?
Bitch, this tre finna slaughter
Of course, going through the Christian is the only way to the father
This is real violence
You'll transition from life to ill silence
I'm only giving you 10%, I'm still tithing
Steel firing, gun squeeze, son bleed, look at the braggage
They gave the nigga that got 10 kids the one seed
I did this for cheap Cobbins
This ain't the type of spit you afford
It's funny, we goin' crazy just to get to a ward (A. Ward)
You can scrap, get smacked in ya mouth, then ya tooth will crack
I'll be mixin' niggas in the field, Kansas City should be used to that
You can rap, but it don't matter when the Ruger clap
I'll fire shit off the top of ya dome like Supernat'
Who approved this match?
Religious man I'm scraping you
You couldn't join the Horsemen cause A. Ward didn't have faith in you
I'm focused on you
I told him the gun'll lift him
Take this L (El) Chapo, knew I had tunnel vision
Is this yo' breakout performance?
Bitch nigga we flash cans
We documented all of ya bull, this The Last Dance
Fast hands
They wonder if he okay
Dan will put a stick to Cob', it's an elote
Fo' spray, extended clip, the lateral manage
We Cruise with a Tom in the back for the Collateral Damage
I seen ya aura
Nigga you better bring ya four or a
Have three headed for the God like Ghidorah
I spit fire, it gets mo' tragic
A shank and eight picks will (pixel) will make it a bit mo' graphic
It just so happens
That you on the ground with this shit
Thank the Lord Cobbins ain't got another round of this shit
Yikes!
You know how many men try?
My bars penetrates ya soul when my pen glides
Trump told you niggas, this infects (disinfects) you from the inside
Another Christian rapper
Trust me these raps will mangle ya
Once again I'm whippin' a cross like Castlevania
You tryin' to guard yo' daddy when I'm shootin' at him?
Bitch, this tre finna slaughter
Of course, going through the Christian is the only way to the father
This is real violence
You'll transition from life to ill silence
I'm only giving you 10%, I'm still tithing
Steel firing, gun squeeze, son bleed, look at the braggage
They gave the nigga that got 10 kids the one seed
I did this for cheap Cobbins
This ain't the type of spit you afford
It's funny, we goin' crazy just to get to a ward (A. Ward)
You can scrap, get smacked in ya mouth, then ya tooth will crack
I'll be mixin' niggas in the field, Kansas City should be used to that
You can rap, but it don't matter when the Ruger clap
I'll fire shit off the top of ya dome like Supernat'
Who approved this match?
Religious man I'm scraping you
You couldn't join the Horsemen cause A. Ward didn't have faith in you
I'm focused on you
I told him the gun'll lift him
Take this L (El) Chapo, knew I had tunnel vision
Is this yo' breakout performance?
Bitch nigga we flash cans
We documented all of ya bull, this The Last Dance
Fast hands
They wonder if he okay
Dan will put a stick to Cob', it's an elote
Fo' spray, extended clip, the lateral manage
We Cruise with a Tom in the back for the Collateral Damage
I seen ya aura
Nigga you better bring ya four or a
Have three headed for the God like Ghidorah
I spit fire, it gets mo' tragic
A shank and eight picks will (pixel) will make it a bit mo' graphic
It just so happens
That you on the ground with this shit
Thank the Lord Cobbins ain't got another round of this shit
Yikes!