​nigel the earth breather vs. silenzio milo

[Intro: Mysterious Voice & Nigel32]
Nigel, you crazy nigga!
Milo, you ate that shit up!

[Verse 1: Nigel32]
Hands, knees, toes, and feet
Get on your knees and bow down to me
I am the king of these Genius Streets
Running this motherfucker since twenty-eighteen
Perfecting my craft for three whole years
I could be your bestie or your greatest fear
Milo, I love you, but right now, it's hate
Let's see who's gonna win in this battle of greats

[Verse 2: silenzio milo]
I'm definitely not a natural at rap
Since September, I've been on my pop crap
But we're only on the first lap
Won't be an ugly-crying sap
I just keep typing, tap, tap, tap
'Bout to put Genius on the map, map, map
Wishing you wеre with the WAP, WAP, WAP
Go on, baby, go take your nap, nap, nap

[Verse 3: Nigel32]
Shut thе fuck up with that repetitive nonsense
It's like you're rapping without a conscience
This ain't like TikTok, I need to see the process
Or else you're gonna fall flat in this contest
Milo, who the fuck you holding out for?
I need to see you in your final form
This ain't the best you can do, come on!
You can do better than that shit verse on this song

[Verse 4: silenzio milo]
Damn, you're bringing up TikTok, I can't even have that shit!
My parents think I'm probably too young for it
I know that sounds pathetic, but just know
Younger people can take over, make even more dough
You might think your flow is cold
But that's 'cause it froze, because you're so old
Really actin' bold, calling you out
You always ask for more followers, you just want the clout
You point out how I have more than you
You just have to know the right things to do
What not to do, is enter your flop era, start lookin' like a fool
You're forcing me to do shit, I don't like that
Now, I can't hear your squeakin', you rat

[Verse 5: Nigel32]
Is this the same ass bitch simping over my songs?
"O-M-G, you're so perfect, that shit was a bop"
You think that with all this time that I'm gonna flop?
Always need a collaboration for your songs to get to the top
You think I'm clout chasing? Bitch, that's a low blow
While you chatting it up with all these racist hoes
I can sense your raps just by sniffing my nose
Your raps are more terrible than a bitch on death row
Do you think me and you are on the same level?
That's like comparing Kendrick to Pump, must be disheveled
Fuck trying to be the rap god, bitch I'm a rap demon
You have as many bars as a little boy has semen
But I'm lethal, I'm coming for blood
Just tell me when you've had enough
Boy, you must be fucking dumb

[Verse 6: silenzio milo]
Oh, you took so long, you scared? Run home to your mom
Hey, no wonder your albums always bomb
You say "Ball in your court" on Genius.com
Alright, I'm losin' my calm
You talk big game, but you just come out lame
I wanted to take it easy, start out tame
I haven't even said your name
You would definitely not be glad you came
If it was all too well, it'd be all the same
I'm beatin' your ass, harassment, you gonna sue?
I came back, and out your coop you flew
You chicken, you're out here barely fuckin' kickin'
Almost out of time, your clock is fuckin' tickin'
Your rhymes worsen, they fuckin' sicken
You won't catch me fuckin' stricken
Whose nut you're lickin'?
It's always "white shit" this, and "white shit" that
C'mon, "king," you're fuckin' up to bat

[Verse 7: Nigel32]
Sorry that I'm not a fan of bland ass mac and cheese
My albums bomb, but it takes months for you to finish a single EP
These disses you send are the biggest joke to me
I suggest you roll your dumb ass back to the beach
You think you so fruity fresh? All your peaches are rotten
Reverse slavery, hoe, go pick my fucking cotton
You a tool motherfucker, don't think I haven't forgotten
I'll be sure to let you scrub my toilets when I start poppin'
The ball stays in your court, and yet you still travel
Miruku and shit, but you still need fucking Babbl
You're losing your calm? Oh fuck it, I'm so scared
Probably be 30 in your mom's basement in your underwear
I got better lyrics, but I need to use them on better rappers
Now, go on over there, wash your stanky ass clappers

[Verse 8: silenzio milo]
Oh, save those direct callouts for ats in the comments
Your "rhymes" make me fucking vomit
Get some fucking taste, or don't, just stop it
Bring back your girl with the WAP, a bucket and a mop it
I wouldn't be afraid to fuck it up
If you weren't such an ass-kisser, if you weren't so stuck up
Your remix was shit, I can't deny
I'm being fucking honest, no detected lies
I'm sick of this shit, sick of your cries
I knew from the start, that I'd lose
However, some people have taste, and the people get to choose
You may go by "earth breather," however
You're too scared to go outside, unless you and your mom are together
How cute, you two are fuckin' birds of a feather
You change your moods with the weather
One day, you're sunny and nice, the next, you think you're so clever
I won't take a piece of your crown, I'll take all of it
You're wastin' your time, you're about to be canceled, you'll take the fall of it

[Verse 9: Nigel32]
"Nigel’s verse is really really good, and spectacular, and showstopping!"
You're like a lie machine, go on and on without stopping
I got the bigger picture right here, and you cropping
In twenty-twenty-two, you're gonna stay flopping
You should do like your name and shut up for once
You keep talking and talking like a motherfucking dunce
The butt of every joke because you can't take it from the front
Look at the views of this battle, the perfect publicity stunt
I would go stupid on this track, but you already and idiot
The way you rhyme it sounds so motherfucking illiterate
I may be close to my mom, but you still prolly suck her tits
Tell her she needs to wash your ass, don't use TP after you shit
You so fucking stupid, you don't even know a joke
Coming for Brooklyne Webb? Now I know you don't want smoke
You're super fucking weird, your ass probably broke
This rap battle is over, beast mode Nigel you just awoke

[Outro: Nigel32]
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See you later for more!