Danny Myers vs. Drugz

[Round 1: Danny Myers]
I ain’t wanna take this bag, but I'ma kill you, and I'ma make it fast
The minute they gave me a trailer for Drugz I knew he’d be Breaking Bad
Let’s make this crystal, I pushed this battle twice, not cause he scared me
But I had to say no to Drugz...then they DARED me
Therapy, this intervention comes set with a price
His family gathered, giving speeches how Drugz affected their life
My skills come second to Christ, he might see Heaven now
I’m a god amongst mеn that’ll likely severе crowns
Fans view this battle and think I might be steppin’ down
But I’m using Drugz to get to bigger cards like Mike P second round
You got this battle cause they canceled me versus Will, bruh feel the facts
You was a stand in on Born Legacy 10, and I done peeled it back
They rebooked me versus Will, I’m still obligated to come kill this cat
It’s crazy I got out the dope game, and I’m still doing Drug deals with SMACK
I feel the flak for taking you
I beat legends with everlasting fame
This ain’t Tenet, stop acting like the protagonist never had a name
Besides, I’m here to get this peon sharper
This battle is the highlight of your life and I’m the neon marker
He’s beyond bothered, lyrically I’m a phenom author
The last wave of battle rappers you can see I fathered
The Parallel Universe, I done heard it flipped eight ways
They say, before there was Drugz I was the gateway
Mainstage book Jeruz, but get you for a cheaper rate
Twork (twerk) gon' always be part of yo’ legacy like Lisa Raye
You finna bleed today, blade tucked, I get up on you then it raise up
My knife the vaccine, Drugz get the whole side of his face stuck
You gon' say what?
We got machetes, them Twitter fingers get chopped at
He tweeted some shit he wasn’t supposed to say, then he got hacked
Glock clap, pop the banger, you in all kinda danger
Hydro shock hollow tip bullet in the Llama chamber
I’m a dominator, last few classics I’m the common denominator
Yet and still Champion Of The Year don’t nominate him
They gotta hate him, but the fans revere me like I’m a savior
Y’all favorite are duckin’ me, I’m the reason Surf became a commentator
I’ll address the drama later
My wife and kids, them lame angles bore me
We not in the same dimension...you got nothin’ for D (4D)
Of course we, can shoot it out, give a fuck if his child ‘round
Loud pound, all in his face, knockin’ this clown down
Better tone that bass, all in my space rockin’ a wild style
I put duct tape around his mouth: I can surround sound!
This wasn’t even hooked up right
They say this lame a writer
Every time I see him he got on gang attire
Wait, "surround sound?"
"Ain’t hooked up right?"
Cause when ya surround sound ain’t hooked up right, you see a bunch of hangin’ wires-
You can’t even hang with Myers, bang the fire
Metal in ya mouth, the taste acquired
Niggas act like having a pen in battle rap ain’t required
We don’t got the same desire, you worried about who name is higher
I'm writin' cold (code) to show you it’s levels like game designers
Ya brain is minor, the thang will fire
You on the ground with this shit-

[Round 1: Drugz]
You backed out twice 'cause you were scared to get it poppin'
Now I'm at his crib, I'mma shoot it up if he don't unlock it
The locals told me he moved out, I'm causin' a scene, I need to stop it
His ho told me, "He moved out of town."
I ain't wit' the gossip
Why would I sit here and trade rumors when I can be in Daniel (Danuel) House wit' a Rocket!?
Quit the nonsense
You 'bout to get dog-walked
Blade, soon as you say "Hi" - (*swoo*) cut the small talk
It get all dark
I'm here for angles
Tie him up in front of his kids and blow the stainless
Bang! They replay that scene in their head every day, for ages
They'll never be the same
Everybody childhood crush(ed) like Topanga!
I like bangers!
I'm-
WHAT!?
I like bangers
I'm a heater-gripper
It's a rifle on the tripod soon as I see the nigga
My offer? Steel (still) stands! Reconsider!
I ain't have to see this nigga!
That's why when they called to book, it was hard for the reasonin'
I looked them people dead in they face and said, "I'm not needin' him."
That last shot was more than enough
But after Rum, talk with God...
Like, "Man, if you get me through this, I ain't never gon' drink again."
Auf wiedersehen
I say that 'cause it's a German chopper pullin', Danny
Wit' a hundred rounds
Crouch down, put 50 into DM like a sugar daddy
Don't put it past me
I'm a vet-shelfer
This .50-caliber? Vest-melter
BOW! Receive a onslaught (receiver on slot) like Wes Welker!
Can't nobody in your set help ya
I'mma shoot you and who you roll up wit' like State Property
Alright, alright, I ain't gon' lie
That last bar was kinda lame, probably
But I say that to say you're not the only one that die (dye)
Packs get taken out
This is a bank robbery
I'm an anomaly
I been brandin' myself the top of 2020, thinkin' it would bring me stardom
Then Smack used the tournament to reinvent and push other artists
Slight smack in the face, but I strung together some good performances
So the respect, I got it regardless
I'm just sayin', don't forget I'm the first to take that and factored step-back like Kemba Walker
Now Smack left handin' me all these little James Hardens
This shit appallin'
Lift a cartridge, bro can get the tool
You from Figueroa? Just know that I'm in tune
I pull up, pop out, put the pole up on the fool
I'm ridin' 'round South Central gettin' Loco wit' a Deuce!
This is proof that you just be makin' bad decisions
You battle Ars' tomorrow, me today, Ill Will yes-
Well, goddamn, my nigga
Listen, I know I'm not the toppest of tiers on that list of names, but you know I can clash wit' killers
So don't come in here and take it light on the DMV or you won't pass a mission (emission)!
Grab a Biscuit!
I'm tryna let a Llama blaze
I been chasin' this old nigga for two months
Now I'm tired of games
While you was duckin', I was practicin'
Now I'm highly trained
And since I put in all this work, finally, I gotta (got a) raise!
BANG!
Round 1, man

[Round 2: Danny Myers]
Ain't nobody duck yo' bitch ass
You came to run with a killer
Nigga, I will headshot yo' bitch ass and get Topanga number from Chilla
Bar God!
Mr. Tough guy huh? It’s time for an OG to lecture him
I know prison niggas who hit the yard and banged it out with the best of 'em
I know niggas who sell weight and break down grams to the decimal
But we all know, never go to another man's city disrespectin' 'em
Let’s play Swear To God
Swear to God you ain’t get ran outta St Louis

[Drugz]
Swear to God on my daughter

[Danny]
Bitch, don't talk while I'm rapping!

Swear to God you ain't get ran outta St. Louis
See, in every round he let the .40 blow
Oh, y’all ain’t hear this story?
Well this how the story go
They drove you through the hood
Took you to a block where the gats rung
Same street where them packs come
Y’all drove by a dope house, and you said “That’s where Yung Ill get his crack from”
And that’s dumb, cause he watching live, he wasn’t fuckin’ with cha'
You was about to battle F Mag, ‘til he pulled up with a hundred niggas
Yung Ill don’t be on social media, he not with the mentions
Sometimes it be about what you say, not the intention
They pulled up to venue with choppers and Glocks with extensions
Looked like a zombie movie, a bunch of Ill niggas blockin’ the entrance!
The league owner said, "This a murder I’m not finna witness."
He kept 'em busy while they snuck you out the spot with the quickness
Parking lot full of henchmen, they was tryna cut ya jugular
They had to sneak Drugz into the airport like a smuggler
What’s up with ya?
That night you almost died Drugz
They just couldn’t bump into this pussy like a side hug
They was outside Blood, ready to make you feel they law
It’s crazy, they ain't get a chance to step on Drugz and you still ain’t raw
But this don’t affect your Goons standing
You still lyrically fearless
But the way I witnessed Moon landin', I’m no longer a conspiracy theorist
What’s up with that uppercut you threw?
Not the fast one...the slow one
Who the fuck you thought you was gone hit with this?
No one
Looked like some ol' drunken master Kung-Fu, so dumb
The minute you come at me with that karate shit is when I show gun (Shogun)
Wait! "Show gun", flip that
Ya nickname is "Gun Show", I’m well-protected
So when I show gun to “The Gun Show” it’s self reflection
Listen, Yusef!
I got a bullet with yo’ name on it, the nine milli' spray
That’s a name a flip, but what’s the use if (Yusef) you dyin’ anyway!?
Bar God!
This ya last hour, B. Dots on ya head
The man got a Glock
Long extension, round at the bottom, look like a Grandfather Clock
Ya time is tickin, heat is on you, the beef is local
Head shot, we even shell toes - you like Adidas don’t you?
We could show you anybody can put you to shame
You’re the least creative battle rapper, I mean look at your name
First he said “I'mma name myself 'Gun'. Nope. I got it." Then he shrugs
"I spit crack. And I’m dope. I’ll be Drugz."
FUCK!
Just even thinkin' 'bout it, I get nose bleeds
You’re exactly the type of battle rapper that we don’t need
Most leagues only book you cause you’re so cheap
Pole squeeze, then the rest go to ya kids like proceeds
Bro, please!
What you fuckin' with a psycho for?
If you young niggas think you can punch with us old heads go watch George Foreman vs. Michael Moorer
I been in all types of war
Bitch nigga
And you on the ground with this shit
Dumb ass nigga got a whole 'nother round of this shit
Yikes!

[Round 2: Drugz]
Yo...
I said, yesterday at the faceoff, you went through your resume
Great track record, just doesn't mean shit to me
Respectfully
That's 'cause nobody respects the fact that you'll go down in history
You one of the most passionate, honest, courageous, hardworking people we have in this culture
But for some reason, it still comes off so pitifully
Like sometimes, even kinda gimmicky
Like you, you there - yes, you
(*Drugz points to a random Caffeine staff member off-camera*)
His spot on your Top 5, where is he?
Exactly
You claim you type cold (code), but can't nobody verify your identity!
Are you shittin' me!?
Your first PG vers' Mark Miner, I thought you would've been so famous
You had bars, performance, delivery, energy, even dope angles
Fast-forward to now
You battle every two weeks, even guilt-free
Bro shameless
And it's exactly why that impression didn't last like a snow angel!
You got me so angry
'Cause you write some of the most perfect literature
I'm talkin' real-life Bar God shit, my nigga
Your verses Biblical
To let niggas disrespect your craft the way you do, I should murk or injure you
After (*punch*) two lines (*punch*), cross
It go from Parallel to, well...perpendicular!
Somebody gon' have to pick him up!
He on the ground havin' dreams
How is it that your wife is the one that gets high, but you're the one that acts like a fiend?
This nigga lands a hot bar, then abruptly lets out a scream
That shit obscene, and corny
You really have to adjust those things
You're too animated
I'mma do this cartoon graphic, and DM gon' left on scene (seen)
Beam! .9 lift!
Bomb shit!
Death is forever - you can't rewind it!
Fuck up the Parallel Universe like a time rift!
I ain't the nigga to get LIVE WITH!
It ain't hard, you can tell
I'll fuck up Caffeine equipment in here
I throw a cross very well
Man, y'all gon' have to use the backup camera after I PARK Parallel!
Go to Hell!
That's what you oughta
He pulled a standard, I pulled an extended
The shit was comical
Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican standoff here, BOYS!
What you gonna do!?
(*Danny grumbles/clears his throat*)
Exactly - lower your tone, like "Who you talkin' to!?"
He survive, we pull a audible and go where bro resides
Show disguise
Like "Get his daughter, make sure we tell her 'Tell her little bro goodbye'"
We get away, I make a face
My nigga looked at me like "What's on your mind?"
Man, fuck that
Spin the block and go back for Daniel son (Daniel-san) like Cobra Kai
I got a .45...and it's customized
To only shoot for me - it got a ring to it
If you try to take my gun and use it on me, Danny, you'd just be plain stupid
He did it anyway
Told him the stove was hot
Tried it - what happened? Absolutely nothin'
Not a thing, loser
It don't hit the same without Drugz like rave music
Gun Show

[Round 3: Danny Myers]
I ain’t say shit the whole time you was rappin’
In case you ain’t get what the message was
I wasn’t moved by a single thing you said, cause I really felt the effects of Drugz
My wife battled and beat drug addiction, she quit her consumption
While I battled redundant angles and niggas assumptions
Feelings of numbness, that I gotta say this shit in the public
But in exchange for them giving me Drugz, I’m giving 'em substance

Who am I?
I been wrapped in plastic packages and stashed between racks and beams
Covered with Vaseline and placed in the tank with the gasoline
Who am I?
I'm from a troubled past, I been stuffed and tagged, cut and slashed while being transported inside a duffel bag
Who am I?
I done had every name from "snuff" to "glass", "huff" and "hash"
Niggas puff and pass while they cuttin' class
Who am I?
I been inside of trunks of trucks that crashed, high speed chases, fuckin’ fast
Niggas buck and blast at under covers who up the badge
Who am I?
I’m the reason niggas is clappin’
I’m the reason that T-Top and Eazy The Block Captain rappin’
Who am I?
I’m the reason Geechi can get his set fresh
I’m the reason Goodz came to the battles the best dressed
Who am I?
Even in square form I’m a masterpiece
The cause of catastrophes, they even named this battle league after me
Who am I?
I’m the reason dope fiends standin' ‘round, I’m different colors from tan to brown
Different weights from grams to pounds
Who I am?
I'm the reason niggas up the shotty for me, street niggas lobby for me
Back in the day yo’ mommy probably traded her body for me
Who am I?
I am urban folklore, the reason prostitutes suck until their throat sore
I’m what Tony Montana got on that boat for
Who am I?
I’m what put niggas up in the nice Benzes, diamonds crushed up in the ice pendant
Fuckin’ with white women, duckin’ a life sentence
Who am I?
To test my potency I was submerged within fire
I done ended careers and started empires
Who am I?
Skin made of cellophane but they ripped mine off
I been hunted by FBI, DEA, even sniffed by dogs
This is not all, I been whipped, split, froze and rocked
Flipped, shipped, rolled and popped
Sniffed, sipped, smoked and shot
Who am I?
I AM DRUGS!
Who the fuck are you?!
Just a nigga that spit gun bars
I gave niggas life, they just get this nigga Drugz charged
You sub par, this the future I’ve created
I’m the GOAT, I done left whole groups annihilated
This a dream come true for you, just view what I am sayin’
It’s fucked up I gotta smoke Drugz and see my pupil die elated (dilated)
You been violated
You on the ground with this shit
Thank the Lord he ain’t got another round of this shit
Yikes!

[Round 3: Drugz]
I said...aaghh
Said I was just playin' Warzone, droppin' in the AO, mindin' my business in my home
Beasley called me once, I ignored that shit like "Leave me alone"
He called again, I picked it up
"I know what you want. You're on your own."
Besides, he already backed out twice and I got bigger goals
But since you keep offerin' me DM (medium), I'mma talk to his soul
'Cause you be in the zone
It's like you can't go nowhere without battle rappin'
The shit be controllin' him
This nigga got some type-a "I can't not battle rap" phobia!
Y'all be gassin' this oldhead, knowin' there's no hope for him
Then gave a fossil fuel like petroleum!
This shit is OVER wit'!
My advice is don't die!
When they called me for this shit, I'm like "Bro, why?
Danny Myers vs. Drugz, Beasley? Man, you probably think that shit sounds so fly"
Not realizin' the Bar God ain't got nothin' on the Most High!
I really served guys drugs of all kinds
Even if he wasn't drivin', I'd tell him "Swerve by"
Serve a nigga straight out the walk (wok), he'd be stir-fried
Fiends for sure high
That's how they know the artist
The pills I'm pressin' up now, I don't even know what to call it
I just give a tester to a fiend so he don't think it's garbage
Make a fiend pop a (papa) Bean like Kobe father!
Bro, be honest!
It was other niggas wit' product, but ours was better
Serve a nigga auntie acid (antiacid) tablets like Alka-Seltzer
We got a thousand methods
Mix the coke wit' the dope
What you know about that, shorty?
They hit my phone like "I know you got that for me"
"Surely. Apartment 4."
Then brought him up to speed like a backstory!
I pack .40s! This shit bang stupid!
Every time you see me, you hear it
It's like my theme music!
You gon' be leakin' brain fluid!
GPS tracker the whip, it led us to him
Lampin' outside the crib like a porch light, ready to put some pressure to him
He take one step outside, I'mma put a Beretta to him
Parallel!
Nigga walked outside and caught a exit wound!
Let this be a lesson to him
You said we was in here battlin' for our respect
And that was the plan
Y'all remember that viral video where a nigga caught his bitch wit' her side man?
'Cause I don't know if you prepared to die for this, pussy, but I am!

(*Danny Myers giggles as he and Drugz dap each other up*)

Gun Show, man

[Danny Myers]
Ha-ha! Good shit, nigga
Good shit, man

[Drugz]
Gangsta

[Danny Myers]
Good shit