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letra de potassium vs psycho puppet - b.y.o.b.

[pot-ssium]
the thought of defeat sits in your head, but you went ahead thinking you can seize each opportunity
i’ll break his vocals, i can put this child in the box now but first b-tch humour me
they all say this is a bag so how you gon’ change this body, when you haven’t even reached p-b-rty?
me lose to this kid?
i ain’t having it, he’s average, no matter what the judges say, he clearly lost to maverick
you been telling everyone i’m finna beat you, when you really hoping it comes down to the wire
but everybody knows it’s true
that’s why they clap and sing the same tune cause you preaching to the choir
this child talkin’ bout’ running the place, guns in his face and dude’s selling weight?
when you still get in trouble for not eating the vegetables on your plate?
looking at your writing, win? no, i can tell that you don’t have the labor or feats
your words beg for a hiding, nil growth, jim crow, this lost/laws favour the sheets
this the lion’s den, you inside mistaken barriers, but no shame in being inferior
i’ll fill the pen and crack your areas like the ronald reagan era
you came close but no cigar, beating me will be bizarre, let’s just hope mer doesn’t go that far
thread on these waters
man’ll will get tagged, confederate flag, i’ll leave him red for crossing up these stars
have you heard his recordings, no flow or cadence and his writing’s slack
we’re all in the sidelines screaming “drop the mic busta” like tyson’s back!
going on after maverick, deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
he robbed another and another, not just maverick, the d-mn list is long
never really had any compet-tion, just dashed and ran around the block building up the quarrys
we consider pity when we let you win, you act innocent but you’re bathing in villain’s glory
i exposed you, all facts, wasn’t tryna be sl1ck when i told the children’s story

[psycho puppet]
you know i’m crazy don’t call that a shocking truth
i’m bananas putting pot-ssium to good use
i rip open your chest and then i tear out every part of you
till you got your ribs on your face like there ain’t no napkins at the barbecue
i’m looking towards the future while i’m bringing back your past
how does it feel to lose to all 3 byob champions thinking the win was in your grasp?
i screamed from the rooftops, “let him die, mike parker!”
you made jekyll antidotes but then came hyde’s lightning harder
wanna be the champ? you should be trying harder
now you’re on a rocky road with a frozen bank account that’s an ice cream parlor
i’m battling pot-ssium he ain’t a vet he’s cr-p
bring my fist to his skin till he’s standing still that’s freeze tag
so you used to be called geril
really? geril? are your pets even sterile?
do you have the relationship with your pops that michael scott had with darryl?
do you drink beer straight out the barrel? geril?
your lyrics they’re a little messy
did you hire a ghostwriter by the name of lil mezzy?
i bring chloroform to a pillow fight then strangle you with the mattress
man i understand your bars less than d-cyphr’s accent
i’m your worst enemy the threat level is major
i give him a/uh migrain/my grain like i’m a farmer who’s his neighbor
who cares if that farmer bar was random i still slay greater
i’m farmersonly.com cause i got so many haymakers
now y’all say you wanna hear some aggressive bars not dumb puns
too busy relishing in your pain/pane like i use gl-ss windows as hot dog buns
time for me to end your career you bout to get mic checked
can’t even climb out your bodybag at least not since mike checked
maybe you’re great with the “music” bits i bet your fiddling’s great
but in battle rap it matters who can spit bars and you don’t want my chewed up twix in your face
i don’t usually do gun bars and i know i’m white
but you’ll hear, “brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” baby it’s cold outside
so i’ve been joking around this whole verse
but gather around let me tell you bout the sh-t that really hurts
i’ve considered ending it all looked out my window at night
and you bet your -ss it ain’t just to see the pretty sights
you probably spent your childhood smiling making friends and going christmas caroling
i know you went christmas caroling cause you’re a choir boy compared to me!!!!!

- b y o b

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