Where there's a will

[Round 1: Glueazy] Yo, the last time I was here I battled Geechi, now the gun reloaded K-Shine backed out, I took a battle on one week's notice Yeah, I'm focused, like I'm James Bond mixed with Genghis Khan, an all around beast You get 30'd bad like Curry mad, you lose ya mouthpiece I'm 'bout beefin', outside of your house beepin' With a broomstick in ya room quick like housekeepin' Lose lips, you pussies gon' leave with ya mouth bleedin' I already put Geechi in a box, I'm Crip (crypt) keepin' Lip readin', I'm tryin' to see how you sayin' you got cheese When against Rex you went straight through twelve like a kid genius Bitch please, I don't think you know how much this means Cause you've had a low self esteem since you lowered yourself to Steams Screamin' URL don't book him enough Shut the fuck up Work with the hands they dealin' us, stand there grillin' So I can slap you so hard AngryFan gon' feel it Pussy yo' bitch ass ain't from these streets, this shit crazy My whole gang came from the trenches like Dick Tracy Lead burn, make his head turn like a thick lady Two nines, raised by both sides like a mixed baby A lot of bangers, I hit you dead between yo' eyes And Jealous Ones Envy, I read between the lines You get shot up, or knocked out Either way you'll wake up to see the god Hugh Hefner, bitch we already thought you was dead before you died You a straight up a loonie I will raise up an Uzi that'll have to peel ya face off like the makeup in movies He be dancin' when he rappin', that shit is straight up buffoonery You must think doin' the Truffle Shuffle gonna shape up a Goonie I'm Gluey Glue official, group of pistols I'll let two burn on you Chris Unbias, fuck wit' the kid the whole group turn on you But where's ya crew Daniel? My tool will put two in Daniel And two hands will twist up ya dawgs like balloon animals I will ruin Daniel, but let yo' bitch come near me Or you wife will get the strap like DJ Envy 100 guns, 100 clips, I never seen one empty On the Westside, Ready To Die like a young white Biggie But who's stoppin' 'em? Catch him in Vegas: I'm 2Pac-in' 'em Def Leppard: that one arm drummin', but Glue rockin' 'em Mufasa, Glue droppin' 'em Yeah, ya lose oxygen You got ten kids at home right now...who watchin' 'em!? He got like ten kids by ten baby mamas and you barely make ends meet So I don't care how real he act, necrophiliac, he a dead beat Lead speak, give us V103 like Grape Street Every time I see you there's a tear in yo' eye like Jon B "Every time I see you", you know what I'm sayin' You fuckin' cry baby, why lately we ain't see you? It's cause URL ain't bookin' yo' and we don't need you West west y'all Carolina [Round 1: Danny Myers] I can let the .8 bang you or use my bare hands, you'll get straight strangled Or hit this bitch with a NASCAR, like fuck the race angle Your kids are mixed, I thought about that when I took this rap rookie We got somethin' in common, cause I too like to black pussy I'll snatch ya mother, wrap a cable around her neck You can say bye to mom or you can pay and she can buy out the cable like Viacom Fire arm, all night, you don't wanna try that temper The blade will be draggin' (dragon) somewhere around your skin like a Triad member You a white boy from the South! Y'all some nasty, shady liars I said, "Fuck yo' cousin!" He said, "I already got a baby by her." Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do Death can be relied on normally My homie grandfather died in World War 2, then he died on Normandy I'll take ya daughter's virginity on top of yo' grave I wish you'd slap me, she'll leave the flowers (deflowered) on top of yo' tomb like, "I miss you daddy." Nigga fuck you! This just how us veterans rhyme You take a shot back operatin' his spine Cause you just a fat fuck that plays a certain role when the cameras on, bitch you Loretta Devine Nigga, beef is forever, we sweep at whatever The doctor got name flips, he tellin' Glue to "keep it together" Ask P, you only got this battle from a lucky call But I ain't takin' no shit from a life sized Chucky doll I'll drag your granny wildin' I'm only askin' once before that burst appear But if she don't give it up she'll be done over that purse severe (persevere) I was waitin' on y'all niggas to say somethin' Well fuck, I'ma say it then The south is the reason hip hop is in the state it's in In '98, DMX had the coldest beats on the street Then No Limit started droppin' a CD a week Ca$h Money soon followed, New York I fuck wit y'all niggas The south couldn't out rap you, but they sho' out hustled you niggas Then y'all started soundin' like them niggas, let me talk from my centerpiece 50, Bobby Shmurda, Desiigner, all with the mimickin' The south was gettin' more money than Los Angeles, I'm just joggin' my memory The west may have lost its wallet but New York lost its identity But I got y'all, I stand before you and target my enemy To bring him down usin' my death is part of my chemistry Please pardon my ministry, these are the rounds that I harness He was raised with blacks but it took me to surround him in darkness I'll put a round in yo' carcass, I suggest you don't play wit' Dan The clean up crew will be parked outside ya house like a surveillance van Keep fuckin' wit' me, I think he tryin' to test where my patience stands I'll run in his kitchen and leave Glue on the cabinet like the maintenance man Deuce five in the shoe, you'll be gunned down from a simple look I reach for the ankle like shootin' a jumper and comin' down on a nigga foot I need forgiveness, believe me, when I leave a scene it's vicious The smell everywhere, detectives gon' swear I was cleanin' chitlins If he kickin' it, ya homie gettin' shot after I air somethin' My gun a PS4 controller, it got a "Share" button Listen Justin, I want the one on one but niggas get done shifty But you look shady, so in just in (Justin) case I brought the gun wit' me Run quickly, one to his dome knock out his clarity Then I proceed to go to his children like a charity I ain't sparin' him and he on the ground wit' this shit This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit Yikes! [Round 2: Glueazy] Y'all wanna hear a story about ya Bar God that's so funny? Do you? Why at BL4 you was in New York wit' no money? Tell 'em how you wore the same clothes for two days straight you was so bummy (Yeah you did, you just changed ya hoodie) Or tell 'em how you came to me, I bought you pizza to eat you was so hungry You were mad you had to pay for a cab, I called Chico and got that right for you I didn't have to do none of that, bitch I was nice to you Soon as P told me to write for you it was goodnight for you The knife was new So this is the second time I got a slice for you [Danny Myers] Aye man, I bought you pizza too! [Glueazy] They hypin' you, but you be out here hypin' yourself You say a hot bar and go "Ahhhhh!" try to excite yo'self He wanna diss me for bein' white, when he light himself Bitch you a smidgen of melanin from bein' white yo'self! What worse than "cracker" he a nerd rapper, bitch you said it yaself You were the man on AHAT but here you sat on the shelf Plus you gave Randy 12K wit' yo' idiot self But it's cool cause when the cops come, we got guns, so we gon' need a white boy around to get rid of the twelve Yeah, I let it spark on him, pull a bulldog then let it bark on him Danny dead, tannin' bed, it's gettin' dark for him I just wait til he parks his whip then move on him Tool on him, you get clipped before you get to the store, I'm couponing Who want it? This swammy will take ya family out I more than win if we ever war (wore) again like a hand-me-down Big poppa, twin choppers, I'll take ya family out Uncle Jesse, I came to raise these twins up in Danny house How you the president of AHAT but you signed to Smack? Bitch that's a fact It's always the same song wit' every ratchet that he claps Kinda remind me of Twork Cause in the hood he gettin' known as a rapper that's on Smack But these head lines gon' make sure you always battle in a hat (AHAT) I'm strapped in Yo shit is trash pussy, fuck ya career, your shit was ass pussy I laughed at it, act bad I'll beat yo' ass pussy What's crackin'? {Slight stumble} I'm not your ordinary Joe I'm not your average rookie Behind these bars I make kids book, that's word to Tookie So you gon' stand here and fight me like a man dawg Cause I ain't one of yo' baby mamas you can put hands on You stand strong, you came on a plane and got yo' blam on? Now I got four mil's for nothin' like Cam'ron Rap City shit [Round 2: Danny Myers] I'm shootin' at you from your neighbors house I'm all at his window with the Glock smokin' These bitches comin' from next door like the excuse for when you got roaches Speakin' of roaches, if I hear you got some dope for sale We'll have eight arms buggin' at Glue trap like a roach motel Yo' bitch pussy stay wide open, she take my team The lips don't ever close like Draymond Green I got it on me, you won't make it to the next class I'm allowed to let it flash in the buildin', I got a press pass You fall under the category of "white boy wit' a hood pass" You get love on Smack even though you're not as good as... Charron or Pat Stay but they don't count them cause they not Smack You gon' fuck around and make Real Deal take his spot back You cannot rap, I am the GOAT, fuck tryna be You remind me of Loaded Lux, y'all Duck Dynasties Don't he look like he hunt for food? Well here's a message told clear to you I don't give a fuck if you are a hunter, I'll kill everyone you hold dear (deer) to you I don't wear Timbs, but I'm 'bout to buy a pair to use the rubber part Cause it's only right I introduce a Timberland (Timbaland) to this Bubba Sparxxx You are a fuckin' mark You pay your black friends cause you like goons But y'all supposed to get two black eyes instead of a rat coon (raccoon) URL, reminds me of Syria, I'll provide the facts Cause these y'all people but y'all be gassin' these kids...but aside (Assad) from that Street, Music, Art, Culture, I'll bring the Knowledge back The most important part of this shit, do you acknowledge that? But I got it Smack, us lyrical niggas that spit that college rap Don't appeal to them dumb down niggas that bring them dollars back But the irony in battle rap, you ain't even got to rap Cause this culture is being based on performance and that's not an act Let's have a boxing=; match You gon' face a serious fate You gon' hate this double cross like a bitch when her period late You gon' hate this double cross like when you trust a nigga and give him yo' weight You gon' hate this double cross like Jordan when Allen did the shit in his face I'ma quit dissin' his race, I'm ahead of the mission All my opponents look the same to me in Predator vision I got paid to split yo' head, I ain't got no hate for the fella But I'll need Glue in staples to keep my paper together Now if we scrap and you got seven niggas witchu? I'ma be back Cause I'ma at least 4, 5, 6 and then G Rap's Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do I saw the devil out the blue My nigga earned a living wearing steel toes til he was killed from a metal out the shoe Yo' girl needed a daddy and I love gettin' paid off pimpin' I'll put that bitch on a blade to give head like the Braveheart ended We don't need guns, we gon' beat yo' ass and we ain't gon' wait Watch when we take off these straps The jump gon' be crazy like ankle weights Bar God! My heart dark as Noob Saibot His bars don't stick because of Glue dry spots Acid barrels and cement shoes always ring wit' us Bitch nigga, bloodhounds can't smell where I done sent (scent) niggas Let y'all region vote, but after that keep yo' mouth closed They won't say you cold even on a South Pole (poll) I won't lose, even if a few cheat me The irony is it'll be very difficult to give it to 'Eazy Yo' girl suck my dick at the park, I lost control hater That bitch made me come (cum) off the bench so know yo' role player We'll bless his soul later and you on the ground wit' this shit This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this shit Yikes! [Round 3: Glueazy] Y'all ever wonder why I don't say shit when i face racist comments and jokes? Cause I know any sign of real disrespect he'll get shot in the throat I'm not wit' it tho See I ain't even wit' the drama no mo' I've been raisin' a black kid for six years Danny, and I ain't even wit' his mama no mo' You think he cares what color I am when I'm the one who puts the food on the table? Clothes on his back, exactly, what yo' mouth bitch, know how to act Cause now my son is his half brother So act up, any attempt to G check me gon' be lackluster My pops died when I was five and he was 35, and sometimes my mind's blurry But now I'm 34 with a four year old so now I'm worried So go ahead and let all the racist lines flurry But think twice before usin' one Cause you worried about losin' to a white boy, I'm worried about him losin' one Confusin' huh? How I can go from dad to murkin' rappers To bare (Bear) .45's like Urlacher You full of crap, I pull a strap like a purse snatcher I hurt rappers, wit' a blade, they be thinkin' I'm Rambo I put it in, break it off, just to make an example I gotta tape it up again, when I blow you and jab you Professor from And 1, I'm just a cracker with some tape and a handle I am you, Gluey the god let's get it poppin' Rappers get addressed (a dress) wit' a ring like Dennis Rodman Still keep that .40 to bust like Dennis Hopkins and I'm plottin' Dance wit' a can' I'm ditty boppin' This shit's stoppin', I just came to better myself; cliff droppin' Gotta make sure my legacy felt, you dick hoppin' bitch Prolly cause you never yourself But now the boy wins, conjoined twins that's for gettin' too ahead of yaself {Glueazy has to stop due to microphone problems} The steel on me, you get it first like TMZ You act out, I black out like an EMP That's music to a cracker ears like CMT I gotta steal 50 (steel .50) like Rone DMV Look they only gave me one week to get my flow and delivery down He been sittin' for nine months, maybe it's time to deliver those rounds I'm sittin' him down, Gluey out here flexin' again But Glue works Tsu Surf, I've been tryin' to put the best in the pen' But you standin' here, west coast, he a disgrace You don't ever let a white boy scream in ya face! [Round 3: Danny Myers] Bitch fuck yo' squad, we killin' all them niggas when we approach them bums But you gon' get special treatment and take extra shots like a coach's son I poke both ya lungs you fuckin' racist Don't move another inch He don't like no rappers from Sacramento but he got posters of a Brother Lynch'ed Ya own city is segregated and that's wrong wit' me Cause Carolina packs the blacks in certain districts, now do you zone wit' me? Chrome .50, ya father get strangled 'til he die Once I sacrifice a loved one, I put the Triangle in ya eye He hit me wit' some bars, he on my head But I'm like, "Let's go off his" My nigga got the K, I square up I wanna test those paw prints Soon as he hit me the homie shoot him I am willing to eat the clock to move the sticks that's the west coast offense I caught him slippin'! He wasn't strapped and I'm gunnin' off scandalous That means if 'Eazy had protection he wouldn't have died in front of Los Angeles Who said you fuckin' sick? Never mind, the Glock finna pick him up How ironic it'll be just in (Justin) time if he don't get to the hospital quick enough I sold kilo's of heroin, trips outta state, I never dirt hustle You never realized the weight of selling weight until the worst touch you They gave my nigga 15 years for seven grams, I was at first puzzled 'Til he told me there's Big Trouble In Little China like Kurt Russell Are you a gangsta? Ain't scared of nothin'? He kick is hellified? Well I be y'all the fo' be up (phobia) reason this bitch is terrified You was verified, ever since a rookie you was killin' dudes You like Poligrip, cause even the seniors were feelin' Glue Aside from killin' you, DMV can't see the west I say, "Fuck them niggas" I would smack Twork but some places don't allow you to touch the strippers "But Danny, Twork a beast and he's stronger than you" Well sure he is, but he also knows (nose) rounds be in his face like his jewelry is I assure these kids, the old man's still got it Stop bringin' him at me, if you don't believe me then one of y'all niggas gon' swing on yo' daddy They called us "3/5th of a man" Raped our women and snatched our kin from us They act like gods among us and should be called "heroes" for that Injustice I tapped into my third eye, I was in tune with it recently No human with decency is immune to its frequency But soon it unleashed to me, the power to consume the beast in me I assumed the role of tombs beneath MCs You got heart for takin' this battle, niggas don't wanna jump in the ring Ever since White Men Can't Jump niggas been duckin' the king Glue frontin' like he don't know me Check the work, you the lamest fag He'll recognize me when I pick up this stick, it's like a gamer tag Havin' pen game is all in the details G I give y'all extra content and they still try to give DL C (DLC) This why I don't play game wit' you niggas, but we can play wit' the knives a bit Jug his throat, blood gon' be gushin' out like a geyser ripped Break the knife off in you, real deep, you won't survive a lick Surgeons gon' get a weapon out of Glue on some Macgyver shit Fuck you Justin Driver! You can't punk Myers You thought you would get a buzz behind these rounds? You must be drunk Driver Gun fire, we film your death, sell it for 10 cents Then title the shit whatever we want like incense NOME, Summer Madness, them cards I could've been wit' But if I mishandle Glue' I can't leave an imprint I was in Heaven talkin' to the creator, it was plenty odd I said, "You gon' send Jesus Christ down first, right? And then me God (demigod)?" I blacked out, woke up in the form a demigod But my human side forced me to join a semi squad I'll come to Carolina and do you vicious that day I'll burn you in Salem then laugh at ya life which is (witches) at stake I should spit in ya face And he on the ground wit' this shit Thank the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit Yikes!