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lirik lagu brixx belvy vs. hays the family man – king of the dot

[round 1: brixx belvy]
(*clap, clap, clap, clap*)
number one reason we can’t pass your torch back…you’re wack
nah, it’s ‘cause a rookie can treat yo’ format like it’s a floor mat
i’m even more mad that you follow the prints and hand*me*down kicks, but claim you on your own warpath
you’re bad
been worked on bullpen so much, boy, you’re staff
might k!ll john, then pull up wit’ a mill’ (meal) on will (wheel) like doordash
bow! i introduce my pops to your dad
bow! a p*ssy clean out of sync (sink) like a wh0re bath
you’re trash…
where y’all find him at?
i seen these brackets wit’ my prize attached
we gon’ start wit’ hays (hey’s) like a private chat
wait, is “hays” a way to say “syah” back?
‘cause when you reverse “hays”, it’s rеally*
syah wack!
i ain’t listenin’ when syah rap!
i got the dеvil on my shoulder wit’ my soul, bruh…tryna get me to buy it back!
i’m straightforward, no rewindin’ back
i’m def’ (deaf) goin’ postal * you literally had to sign for that
so jump stupid
i’m real ignant wit’ real demons
guns shootin’, still grippin’, i’m still beamin’
run, doofus * i’m still hittin’, he still leakin’
is we done shootin’? he’s still twitchin’, he’s still streamin’!
i wear the #1 headband, n*gga! i’m tool*poppin’!
i’ll throw you #2s in a bag: i’m school*shoppin’
rug’ c*ck it, no talkin’, i’m in a rage
i get the curve and leave y’all on red (read) for sendin’ hays (hey’s)
wait, i get the mop or maybe the shotty bangin’
‘cause how these n*ggas move these days, it got me changin’
fah! he leakin’ the fluid his body came wit’
fah! fah! he no longer, oop* dang…
fah! he leakin’ the fluid his body came wit’
fah! fah! he no longer fluent in body language
c*cky statements
the crown i really took it
i said i’d battle hays and wow, y’all really booked it
i’m the best to set foot in this b*tch if we really lookin’
don’t they say you put your foot in some sh*t when you really cookin’?
he really p*ssy, doin’ the most wit’ the least ratchets
you wanna die? keep at it
rounds increase sleep patterns
and i got a clip and a stick full of rematches!
fo’*five loaded, then i’m (denim) coatin’ like a jean jacket
n*gga, y’all k!llin’ me, sayin’ believability is a factor
but if he lack the sk!lls, then how you still believe ability is a factor?
oh, it ain’t about sk!lls, it’s about pride
you rob me in here? well, we gon’ rob you outside
that 50 thou’ mine, n*gga
[round 1: hays the family man]
it’s family man!
‘bout time i had a little fun in battle rap
i’ll do a cabbage patch * clap! get your cabbage patched!
grab a knife, hatchet, stab it, through your cataracts
and watch you choke up like tsu surf wit’ the apple jacks!

- king of the dot

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