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letra de swamp vs. fonz - urltv

[round 1: fonz]
i said outta nowhere, truth watson tried to add me on ig
i said, “d-mn, why me?”
b-tches gotta be writin’ together
f-ck you got, the whole carolina locked in?
‘cause this was ‘posed to be fonz vers’ nitty
they was ‘posed to bring the quarterback to the land but y’all stopped it
listen, this might rub y’all the wrong way, but i’on care how he may feel (mayfield)
i know that these hoes plottin’
and it don’t matter how many b-tches gave him a hand
this ain’t gon’ be no happy ending, you see how i’m talkin’ to shaun (deshaun), watson?
stay on the sideline watchin’
y’all can’t stop it
you dudes all frail
oh you the same n-gga in real life that you is on the internet?
well the next time they search for him
they gon’ say he ain’t get that third w on url
n-gga this me, to beat me you gon’ really have to switch your whole game
you can’t just rap about pitchin’ cocaine
yea you was cl!ckin’ against webb, paige (webpage)
but this sh-t here a whole different domain
i got extraordinary aim
f-ck around and see a lame shot down
atlanta what up
[crowd]
what up!

[fonz]
if he come up missin’ in the 404, then they gon’ say it’s a url error when paige (page) not found
how the f-ck you got the game locked down, when your simple ass sk!lls don’t amount to my craft
you chased top for years, got in the ring and just talked about ounces of crack
no punches, no schemes, no angles, even ya outfit was wack
screamin’, “we from south carolina”, while showin’ us everything that a south cat could lack (cackalack)
facts
this n-gga too sweet
would’ve been put paige (page) in a pack, but i was tryna turn a new leaf
smack, after the way the bear k!lled him, you still investin’ in this goofy?
we already gave the b-tch top and got nothin’ in return: n-gga qp
stop it b-tch
“unicycle, i don’t need bars”
and you clowns out here ridin’ wit’ that awkward sh-t?
i’m not convinced
i don’t care how many of these m-th-f-ckas you rockin’ wit’
not one of these country n-ggas gon’ convince me your content it (continent)
but y’all gas him like he spazzin’ wit’ the hottest sh-t
me, i can’t be fake wit’ him
“a simple ass battle rapper” what the game done labeled him
and this my brother too, i gotta k!ll him
‘cause i can’t enable (cain and abel) him
so you mean to tell me, if he ask [?] then the game’ll favor him
well f-ck it lemme try it
ayy mane, yo’ baby would be my baby momma but her coochie dry
i hop out wit’ the drac’ (drake): that’s the toosie slide
it’s finna get dark around this b-tch: lil boosie eye
and y’all just gas him, that is givin’ me the groupie vibes
if y’all think he better than dg, chaos, or truth, y’all some goofy guys
they only f-ck wit’ this wack b-tch ‘cause his accent
and it don’t get you a lil’ p-ssed that they keep callin’ you t.i. (uti)
{time is called}

[smack]
ohh sh-t
it’s gettin’ hot in here, it’s gettin’ real
first round
south carolina stand the f-ck up
swamp it’s on you, let’s get it
smrrrrack

[round 1: swamp]
i said b-tch i’m the same n-gga in real life that i am on the internet
now first off
we both made it this far, my n-gga
ain’t no way this sh-t coincidental
we both a part of the same class so no matter the outcome, i’m rootin’ for ya
plain and simple
i walked in the buildin’ wit’ my head down like, “d-mn, ain’t no way i’m finna k!ll him”
then thought about a hunnid grand like f-ck all dat, n-gga only my gun gettin’ sent to mental (sentimental)
for less than a hunnid k, i done k!lled for it
so even after a hunnid k, ima be still for it
this is about to be a bad body
but from the looks of this fat slack-ass n-gga, he already built for it
y’all done f-cked up and let me get my head back in the game around this b-tch
like i’m really pullin’ up just to battle n-ggas
not to see if i can push a lil’ weed or sell some cocaine at the event
my grandma told me to tell you you need ya ass beat for playin’ wit’ the bible
i told her i’m ready to pull up on the pastor for a week straight: it’s revival
these fake ass preachers make me question faith
but that’s cool, tonight we gon’ set the record straight
then skip pastor fonz (past the fines) like we doin’ church wit’ the collection plate
this n-gga ‘bout to be dead and gone
the last battle, it was “paige (page) this, paige (page) that”
n-gga flipped paige (page) too fast and read me wrong
do you know what happened to the last landlord that didn’t give me an extension?
he seen an extension
his whole family in the hospital like “lord, please, not now; we need an extension”
listen fonz, i’m nothin’ like these other m-th-f-ckas: i’m exclusive
they say it’s no fun ‘til the rabbit got the gun, and now i’m shootin’
you got the w, but you left chris brown house wit’ no guidance
and now it’s deuces
you fat black son of a b-tch
you need to weight-watch
quit runnin’ behind nitty and catch up to hitman holla
ya whole career been straight props
we watched you dress like a chef for ‘wing, then a pastor for pristavia
n-gga you done showed us more costumes than tay roc
listen
for the past week, i heard that him and sheed been besties
how zesty, but i already know that is your man
whatever y’all boys was cookin’ up, i really truthfully hope that ain’t the plan
‘cause truth be told, i’ll shoot both them b-tches wit’ some big sh-t
and y’all all know the outcome if this happen to land
i got a hitter that’s nice
and he gon’ shoot a movie if i pay the ticket
you know, send him a (cinema) price
we was sparrin’ the last couple-a rounds of the tournament
now i gotta shoot this fat b-tch where his heart be
it’s crazy, you was just a friend, now you dyin’ like biz markie
rap, you fat b-tch
[round 2: fonz]
ayy, real sh-t
the first n-ggas that was here when i first met you, is the same n-ggas that’s still here
and they ain’t switch on me neither
so if we get to scr-ppin’, they slidin’ through this b-tch wit’ the heaters
ayy y’all remember that scene from heartbeats?
when duck had writer’s block and that chick was tryna clean up
well n-gga this sh-t is ether
‘cause i’ll ball paige (page) the f-ck up and my n-ggas still assist wit’ the sweeper
b-tch i’m the reaper
i could really be extortin’ the game
family members come up missin’ and that’s such an unfortunate thang
when you gotta cremate your mother
yea she goin’ in a box and we gon’ see shaun pour the (shawn porter) remains
i be torturin’ lames
you gon’ wish you was not the opp
jumanji: a lotta n-ggas had heart (hart) in this game
but that won’t stop me from rockin’ (rock in) swamp
this gon’ drock ya stock- this gon’ drop y- this gon’ drop ya st-
that won’t stop me from rockin’ (rock in) swamp
this gon’ drop y- this gon’ drop- this-
stop me from rockin’ (rock in) swamp
that won’t- that won’t stop me from rockin’ (rock in) swamp

[smack]
hold it down
hold it down, he got it

[fonz]
i said this gon’ wop- this gon’ drop ya-
this gon’ drop ya stock
hate- n-ggas hatin’ on me and i ain’t gotta tell ‘em they wrong
i ain’t sayin’ y’all can celebrate- can’t celebrate, holmes (homes)
but they said i have to elevate for this battle
why would y’all bring a landlord to the swamp and not expect me to elevate, holmes (homes)
what the h-ll is they on
real sh-t, i ain’t tryna play you
nitty k!lled you; material wise, it was a big separation: the alien ate (alienate) you
i mean dawg it’s a difference
i was lookin’ at the judges like, y’all n-ggas trippin’
play that sh-t wit’ me, b-tch i’m palmin’ a biscuit
show up dressed like pastor fonzel
wit’ a hammer and a (in the) bible like shawshank redemption
how y’all got it twisted
when i’m the one that’s sick in the- sick in the head-
when i’m the one that’s sick in the head
shaun get hit wit’ some lead
now they gotta get paige (page) a doctor or either give [?]
n-ggas is dead
just when you thought your team lucked up
i took ‘em all to the ledge
and let everybody go: remy ma when the stream f-cked up
they said all i do is punch, n-gga stop it
and if all i do is punch, then

[crowd]
n-gga block it

[fonz]
it’s up for n-ggas
i don’t care if you came in this b-tch wit’ a bunch of k!llers
lieutenant dan: lose your legs defendin’ a (the) country n-gga
clutch a trigger
run when the gauge is burstin’
you said you the same n-gga in real life?
i seen you argue wit’ piranha on facebook, and then changed in person
play them games wit’ me, you better pray they have amazin’ surgeons
scope on the rifle, eyes on top of swamp: that’s a ‘gator lurkin’
k’s is burstin’
or i come through wit’ a black beamer, mac ring
i don’t care who witchu
i get your partner shipped (partnership) wit’ a drac’ (drake): caffeine
that’s mean

{time is called}

[round 2: swamp]
i said
you can cook a b-tch a lasagna and she still gon’ ask where the spaghetti at
buy her all the finest jewelry, you know, the baguette set
she prolly gon’ walk away from you right after you save her from a deadly threat
and i hate that b-tch lori harvey
but just like lori harvey, this fat b-tch just ain’t ready yet
i don’t give a f-ck if you go to jail for 10 years, you try some f-ck sh-t wit’ me
ima be posted
wit’ a ugly ass ratchet like [?], until that f-ck n-gga free
you play 2k? i slap fat-ass n-ggas like you in my downtime
or let somethin’ ring off in his ear; now he got a sound mind
to make it this far in the tournament, i’m glad you made it
but truth be told, i’m not that fascinated
everything this boy rap about be fabricated
and didn’t yo’ son just walk across f-ckin’ stage?
now you up here gettin’ cap and gown two weeks after his graduation
this the typa n-gga that make you wanna f-ckin’ stab him
i never liked you
kick in the door of ya hotel and catch you sleep on the cover like future f-ckin’ album
my n-ggas don’t give a f-ck about nothin’ but me
they don’t care about you lil’ cupcake actors
that’s why if it’s any trouble while i’m in atl, they gon’ duct tape rappers
these n-ggas don’t really f-ck witchu for real
they really only f-ck witchu because of your punches
i think you been false claimin’ the land this whole time, like christopher columbus
you punch n-ggas in battles, i punch n-ggas in real life
this n-gga here just be tryin’ sh-t
but before i had a pistol, i had brass knuckles; i really was out here rulin’ wit’ the iron fist
i’m locked in this time; last time i ain’t liked the predictions
plus the last time i ignored fines (fonz), i got my license suspended
if you win this f-ckin’ battle, in the parkin’ lot, you gon’ have to see me prob’ly
i’ll put hands on yo’ b-tch ass and admit to it, like greedy gotti
y’all gon’ start respectin’ me the minute that i step in
or be left to bleed wit’cho best friend
the 7.62’ll knock a oz. outta fonz, then ima leave wit’ the fn
as far as this tournament
the rest of this tournament, ass-whippings is the only thing that i’m handin’ out
i know y’all prolly wonderin’ how many “land” lines (landlines) i got
sh-t more than yo’ granny house
this where the sh-t gets scary
funerals, obituaries…
you cross me, i throw a cross in the land: it’s a cemetary
soon as he open the do’, the shotgun made him jump back
steel (still) waitin’ for him like “brizz come back”

{time is called}

rap, fat b-tch

f-ck that d-mn clock man
f-ck that d-mn clock
d-mn i had ‘bout two mo’

[round 3: fonz]

- urltv

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