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lirik lagu charron vs. nu jerzey twork – krack liberty battle league

[round 1: nu jerzey twork]
i said, corey charron…that’s who these n-gg-s matched me up wit’
you was doin’ all that promo online, and now you gotta back it up, b-tch
i run down with ratchets to the whip
you get a couple last words, then i’m clappin’ up sh-t
i give everybody in the car the three (tha carter iii)
then it’s a milli givin’ corey guns (cory gunz) – he better (w)rap it up quick
ain’t nothin’ sweet
this the same grown man that let another grown man leave a handprint on yo’ f-ckin’ cheek!
who the f-ck is he?
if that was me, you woulda been in hospital, laid up to plugged machines
the white boy heart pumpin’ weak
they said he had a wildstyle, but i had enough of this con rappin’ and cut the beat
you’se a wannabe
i’m at your home, i’m a common crook
llama cook
hidin’ out, d-ck cheney: behind the bush
we do pop-ems at the crib!
i got a vision, my n-gg- suge, we gon’ pop one after this
y’all heard me say d-ck cheney, right?
i’m only here ‘cause of that shotgun accident!
don’t bore me in this bout!
i run down on corey charron b-tch, see what your shorty is about
revolver, smith & wesson, point .40 in the mouth
get to ravin’ (raven), spin off like, “is corey in the house!?” (cory in the house)
i’m aimin’ at his wife
i see him, rifle on me, raisin’ up the pipe
aimin’ at him right
got him runnin’, doin’ hurdles, prayin’ for his life
y’all keep thinkin’ these white men can’t jump (-chk-chk-) ‘til they playin’ wit’ the snipes!
your life’s over, pipe smoke him
what, you gon’ reb-ttal?
i hear you body wit’ the frees’ (freeze), so i scoped ya! (ice sculpture)
grippin’ the thing
n-gg-, i really pop-
n-gg-, you don’t know what i did for this day
home invasions – i done took off more masks than the mystery gang
dumpin’ it, neck shot, gun peel for the f-ck of it
i think this sh-t all a circus act, so one will (wheel) hit your jugular (juggler)
ain’t no reasonin’ wit’ him
we don’t be believin’ what you spit
lil’ deuce-deuce, i keep it in the timb’
pull out, put the piece up to your chin
like…”i f-ck with savages
you f-ckboys, you can’t hang”
nah, f-ck that!
(-chk-chk-) you ‘bout to find out if jesus really slim!
jersey

[round 1: charron]
they said reed couldn’t make it, so it’s my turn for the homi’
dr. miami: in exchange for dollaz (dollars), i got twork (twerk) for this body, wit’cha fake -ss
don’t act aggressive and hard
you don’t wanna take this outside…reed lent me his car
i’m goin’ for a 30 – that’s that
i ain’t on cards lookin’ for a 2-1: this ain’t blackjack
you gon’ rush me on stage wit’ mad cats?
you could die pushin’ the envelope: anthrax
think i can’t rap? i’m spazzin’ – scratch that
i don’t play, all i do is bug out: smack app
we just started, this is half the chapter
you’re losin’ flat-out, twork (twerk): jaz the rapper!
all this “cracker, cracker”? i don’t play that
think it’s all sweet and (sweden) get out-barred: a$ap!
you battle, like, every week – we hate that!
d-mn, that sh-t got old real quick: faceapp!
he’s seen me vers’ tay, that’s why he ain’t hoodied up
you don’t wanna fight, fam’
get a good shot from a right hand
there’s a confrontation? ronald reagan: your hood rocked by a white man!
you gon’ punk me ‘cause i’m a nerd that’s skinny?
i’mma do him worse than nitty
man, he said white boys can’t jump – dirk nowitzki!
now i’m really up in the streets, with a philly flow
got ‘em screamin’, “worldstar!”, i’mma let, like, 50 go
tough kid, twork (twerk) hit: compilation video
everybody hate on the kid – he gettin’ busy, tho’
yeah, they’re like, “we know he can spit – he ain’t gillie, tho’.”
rappin’ like you’re mystikal
canadian your sister boned
this d-ck, she choked – b-tch, we call her cyssero!
you’re the leader of the gooonies, but you’re plaugin’ their brand
if you’re the chain of command, how’d you let them show up with a walmart chain in their hand?
when he chose that ice, did he get the rollback price?
like, did y’all buy it off rum nitty, like this chain legit?
you thought it’d be real if you rubbed it three times and made a wish?
you thought that they had jacob the jeweler next to the potato chips!?
see, i bought that chain, i had to try it
my neck was greener than aye verb’s diet
you stupid clowns
there’s the pgs, then the gooonie grounds
every year, they meet up to renew their “bows”
buncha rejects!
i’ll do you crazier than crazy, glu’ (krazy glue): e. ness!
if the green right, i’m at your team next
that chain was faker than rome dmv’s death!
f-ck all the cracker jokes you’re makin’
since you lost to mike p, charron’s been waitin’
another white person doin’ twork (twerk) bad: cultural appropriation
see, you act tough, but we can see through your acts
last event, you pushed j.o.t.s. – people just laughed
real philly heads knew that was fake beef: geno’s and pat’s!
hey, yo, philly! i know y’all wanted that reed that battled trigga
but i stepped up for y’all ‘cause i’m that-
jersey

[round 2: nu jerzey twork]
i said, i done had some violent days
since battle rap, god is great, times is changed
but this 16 ain’t nothin’ but the truth, like honest abe
i’m ‘bout to get to wildin’ after
and i’m true to the bone, ask the chiropractor
they won’t find a fracture
but n-gg-s f-ck wit’ me out there in canada – you do a lot of cappin’
i mean, drake f-ck wit’ me
franchise told me i’mma be k!llin’ n-gg-s until i’m tired of rappin’
sh-t, i’m probably even the man to tory (mandatory)
so this sh-t gotta happen!
llama clappin’, dumb sh-t!
i used to steal base and run sh-t
and if i come in like a backup pitcher, submit! (sub mitt)
i’m talkin’ dumb sh-t!
i shoot ‘til the gun click!
tell the ambulance, “i still got them two pumps like a minuteman…so come (c-m) quick!”
four clap him!
minuteman? c-m qui-?
y’all better not cheer or gas him! (-rg-sm)
one down! n-gg-, please!
i’m on to bigger things
aye, aye, you? (aau) little league!

- krack liberty battle league

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