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letra de z hunna vs douce (battle) - z-hunna

[round 1]
this battle is about to be all bars so i hope the judges keeping up
me and douce are homies but i hate losing enough to beat him up
i got sick lines, punches mean enough to body weapons
won’t matter if i f-ck his girl, he’s douce, he’s used to sloppy seconds
plus he’s broke as f-ck, vanch-lla’s what i be repping
the money, i rack like where the american army stepped in
i’m a canadian veteran, 3 battles and i’m already nicer then most
when the tool locks, like styles p, he’ll live his life as a ghost
if your hoping i lose then you better get used to me
i aim and hit the target like where zellers used to be
but this battle’s just a show for you all to view and see
i can crossover, get the douce or step back and shoot a 3
he says he’s a mix bread, well let me show em what this fella would do
slap both races out of him till he’s a new skin color, yellow and blue
then it’s back to you boo, she gets drilled like practice
bumper to bumper, rush hour traffic
big ratchet, hair pin trigger set to decease him
extension clip like a black chick, you better get to weaving
i get to steaming, carve him real nice when the force out
when i’m done he’ll be a bench at a brampton courthouse
if you’ve ever been to the brampton courthouse, you’d know the benches got wilde carves in him
if he’s trying to get excused, i jus step back and put a part in him

[round 2]
better pay attention, listen to how a leader say it
got nice bars with mean kicks like a sneaker head
i’ll beat you dead, it’s death for you rappers here
cause my first punch alone will give him a cabbage ear
i check on him, strapped up, techs on him, block right, left on him
turn his sh-t to shot, autocorrect on him
wreck on him, come through spazzing, i pull on the loud
make him run like spain when the bulls in the crowd
turn owhs into aow’s, slap his mom like i pimp hoes
raid her painties & go browse like my brim low
it’s simple, we gang bang your b-tch like it’s red and blue
rob you on your way to re up and the connect your heading too
pay a couple shooters to bring the weapons through
so the guns get picked up quick, 3 second rule
i’m a specialist when i get my hands on any tool
special ed clips, the nine spits, the semi drool
sever heads quick, when the machete duels
get punked then break up, no demi moore
let off on plenty fools, that crash course mister
shoot everything from the neck up, p-ssport picture
have a 100 undercover goons, the chameleon path
so the guns get pulled here fast like brazilian wax
2 racks on the shooter, make the triggered thing blast
potato on barrel don’t smoke, arms on nicotine patch
boy, your birch got a nasty p-ssy, i’m still coming out of her fresh
the 9 keeps jogging until it’s running out of breath
grimy enough to do him dirty over a 100 bet
k!ll him so bad, they can’t see the body, i’m reenacting osama’s death

[round 3]
they say i do a lot of punching in my raps
but its the 3rd round, i’m about to punch him with some facts
you’ve had more battles then me but let me get it aligned
count all his views up and they won’t add up to one of mines
i can spit a hundred lines that could be hounding dudes
congratulations douce, i’m about to give you your first thousand views
but besides that, think twice before f-cking with me, my gang is deep
cars packed with so many people, even mexicans can’t compete
but f-ck a team, we could do it dolo, black out with the knuckles dude
cause i was taught not to escape just control and ought to delete like trouble shoot
last event, everybody said my name, the f-ck is that about
where i’m from, we don’t say no names, these rapper will rat us out
but back to you
you can’t go a round without choking, meaningless multis mixed with reb-ttaling
standing there like… mother f-cker stop stuttering
see, i’m a pro and you look like a rookie
you brought your whole set through? they look like p-ssy
so try and push me, i’ll let it ring 3 times, that’s a hatrick
focused bars, won’t show a waste line like a fat b-tch
man your life’s so average, i can tell by hour your moving
i catch your girl and run up on her, hit her with a “how you doing?”
then it’s back to the crib, in the guts, how i be moving
pull out just in time to give her a white belt, she’s a karate student
now if these bars don’t k!ll him then the metal will
in case you forgot who did this to you, meadowvale

- z hunna

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