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fendry vs smil3z | pengame rap battle 2025 - pengame rap battle lyrics

[smil3z: round one produced by smigz]
you don’t know who you’re talking to
do you know how many times man have said my name in battles
and they’re coping the style that * i * do?
you shoulda known what you’re walking into —
you’ll be dead by the time that i’m through
brother, never in your life could you ever rob i
that’s just something i can’t let * you * do
you robbed bare man — ayy p*ssy — today it’s just murder
fendry’s gonna hold bine like say it was bullet in skin from a burner
now it’s your time, likkle man, better turn up —
i’ll leave your clart backstage curl up
that’s if you cross the line — you’ll be certainly dying
let me school this learner
i would’ve preferred a challenge
you’re way below average
you don’t have bars, you just chat sh*t
you’re from the softest side of the map
i bet you get chased by cows and sheep and call it beef — you’re not active
timid and flaccid
i’ll put your name on a shirt like merch and end this madness
should’ve been realz or passive, because you’re here —
the finals ain’t looking attractive
just watch when i bad him, wrap him up
leave my headtop cabbage up
turn this white yute blue like avatar
about “reload time”, i’ll slice your neck with a reload sign
i’ve had enough
i saw a pic of your mum — she was ugly as f*ck
why she look like she got half man in her?
i’ll leave vicky, kristy, mark, all rubbed
and he won’t have family to back him up
go dig up your dead ones
you’re gonna need paranormal activity to bad me up
you must be skunked to think you can run your gums
i’ll leave you slumped
you’ll get left all stag up, skin jag up
holes in head then bladder — carry on with that manner
i’ll put you in my friend’s boot and i’ll tun kidnapper
fendry, i’m not a good rapper —
i made a mistake when i put you on a platform
might ting’s smokey, i don’t know wah yuh deh pon
you’re out of luck, it’s my toes weh yuh step on
i’ll just smoke my man then ease
smoke my spliff then breeze
book my flight, then take my phone and screen*record me abroad
i’ll send you pics when i win this darrg
bet you had a threesome with my jm
it’s you, him and his sheep
i bet you called up kandi to meet, you likkle nasty creep
heard you got touched up by your piano teacher, that’s deep
heard about you and the life you live — i creased
you bound to be deceased, if you’re f*cking with me
done man’s dance for bread and done man’s dance for free
brother this round’s light, by the 3rd — i swear on my life
i’ma expose this neek
you should’ve just run out your mother’s p*ssy
and close the lips, and stay in there for the rest of the week
i’ve told man countless times — until it happens, i’ma just have to repeat
time
[smil3z: round two produced by vyconlonegro]
i beg someone tell this stinking p*ssy, mother victoria
she better come and retrieve it
when i see that b*tch, it’s a kick in the crotch
and i’ll leave her p*ssyhole bleeding
when i see your dad mark, i’m badding him up
because he shoulda went and flushed this eediat
fendry, where? you ain’t no badman here
that ain’t no f*cking secret
lower your tone before you end up in the ground
carry on, i’ll have fendry buried by the weekend
when i draw for my… *sword fx*
it’s a hundred percent that you’ll stop breathing
i heard that one of your fans saw you sleeping in an alleyway
d*mn, how are you keeping?
you likkle nastiness, i can’t be *rs*d for this
you think you’re winning this class? you’re dreaming
broski i know for a fact you’re homeless
you was residing on lurk’s sofa
you mean from york to wembley? wembley to york?
and now you’re back on somebody’s sofa
i put you here to get smoked
same way i put you here i can take you out
but you’re leaving with holes in your soul
split your wig, i’ll leave you with more than a cold * you joker
you’re a batty man and it’s evident
i got evidence, when i saw that sh*t it scarred my remnants
i’m about to end your relevance
make him irrelevant, k!ll him in segments
k!ll this germ like disinfectants
mark should’ve k!lled your mum when she was pregnant
bro i can’t stand your presence
i spotted this p*ssy at boxpark
it was no pen game event
he was all rapping his heart out, and pen game wanted new rappers
said that i picked him and f*cking h*ll
boy you’ve been a let down since
every battle you’ve had you been sh*t
can’t control your breathing when you spit
like how the f*ck did you get this far?
huh? n0body knows
look at the creps dem
look at thet jeans dem
look at thet t*shirt
look at this idiot
you look broke, if you won all the bread you’d probably spend it on coke and overdose
i’ll leave you comatose, you ain’t gone for months then you ain’t coming back cause you would lose your post
i dare you say the word “n*gga”, i’ll get diego to break your bones
i’m not raziah, you’ll get more than a punch in the liver, i’ll split your skull
you sheep sh*gging, animal banging, born an inbred homeless, so you play with me? you’re ghost
nothing but laugh and jokes, no breath control
how many times has this guy stumbled, lost composure or choked, it’s a joke?
you’re an l*plate, you ain’t got sk!lls for this road
by i bus stop * you can get holes on your clothes
that sounds about right, and around about right
fendrys bleeding out all on the roads
now i’m on my way home, put down your pen
your pen game’s dead, you deserve to get crashed and smoked, you p*ssy
time

[smil3z: round three produced by vyconlonegro]
remember i said i got evidence?
let me show you what a y is
cause fendry here’s on some fruity sh*t and he’s been trying to keep it quiet
but listen, i’m not known to do props but today i can’t lie, i might just try it
nah… i’ma let you off, cause the bars can explain just how you’re wired
psych * i lied
why the f*ck * is your name on the next man’s neck?
bro you’ve lost all my respect and you’re posting this sh*t
like say it’s a flex
f*e*n, i mean dr. y
bro i saw the stubble, then i saw the adam’s apple and then i nearly died
what the f*ck is this sh*t?
do you lot condone in this sh*t?
mandem, are you rolling with this sh*t?
i mean i know it’s not him with a name on his neck
but why are you posting this sh*t?
f*e*n is a walking y
we are not cool, you are not my guy
go dig out your mum with a reload sign and get out of my sight
clear sh*t, you’re f*ck, i’ll bruk you up
just watch when the savage erupts
i’ll leave your guts all open, your life is cut
don’t try get up, i’ll light you up and write you off, my mind is f*cked
i look at you like “that’s just another one bites the dust”
you won’t survive, your time is up
your bars are dead, i’m levels above
you’re standing still, i’m levelling up
i pray any child you have in the future looks like drizz
that means i pray they look f*cked up
it’s nothing but evil eye for this pr*ck
ayy margs, i was gonna give you a random list of “have a look at this”
but that’s selfish, i got power up my ting and take him out of this b*tch
ayy mandem..
ayy gyaldem..
ayy judges..
ayy bully…
ayy realz…
ayy passive..
ayy ish…
just look with me, just…
just look at this homeless, one drip
bruk down, dumb pr*ck
low life, fu * cking beg*friend * can’t win
he’s been looking to rubbed*out, no hope
can’t cope, popped down, fruity yute
lost child, dead bars, meady flow, he’s done out * that’s fendry, he’s dead meat
he’ll get that whole clip until it’s empty
it’s child’s play, i’m deadly
it’s gonna take a whole lot to end me
i saw him in yorkshire sipping on tea
blaow… now he’s got brains in his tetley
i turnt his green tee red, my stomach’s started twining
there’s no way he wouldn’ve thought it was fendry
you should’ve saw the way his lip * tun, get it?
because the exit green would was from his lip
but the entry wound was the back of the head
and that’s him done
time

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