You tried killing two birds with 1 stone, but the stone was way off
Had this man scared to handle me solo, that’s cause NA’s a boss
Bombshells? This nigga got shell shocked form the bombs I dropped
niggas on top of me?, I make an avalanche - they drop from the top
I was the first to say Bright Shadows name is a contradiction
ya'll niggas followed me and said what I already cooked in the kitchen
quit it with these gay ass line bro, I DO NOT wanna bust yo ass
cause the only thing I’m busting is a cap in ya ass to shatter you like glass
talking about kinetic power, once I start this force can’t be stopped
showing you no love, on yo head the world finna get dropped
genetics ain't shit when my blood cells are mutated to the point where my words make rappers feel degraded and the pain escalated to the point they wanna cut their wrist and end up faded
difference between you and me is you like things to explode in yo mouth
and I’m not talking bout p-ussy, you like hard things going in and out
and you’re probably laying back thinking, “God damn, he’s right
that’s exactly how I be when I suck my ol man’s dik at night”
you said battery acid, acid and battery acid has different pH levels
ma flow is my pitch fork and ma bars are my horns, call me the devil
u mad cause at the library I put a Gay Rights book in the Fiction section
and I’m not showing you any affection cause you can try to put me down but I rise like RESURRECTION, YOU’RE GAYER THAN ONE DIRECTION,
against me you better off going into witness protection
only the best survive- kill you like natural selection
I’m finna stop this man “flow” like a urinary tract infection
yo ass ashamed cause yo dik got a fungal infection and it’s looks like a mushroom whenever you get an erection
you thought the shit you spit was slick until NA came in the rap game and fuked up yo whole clique
and made everyone of ya’ll niggas admit to being a bitch cause I threaten to hit you with this lyrically fist
and yeah, niggas calling you a poet cause you aint ready to be a rapper and even them bitches know it
and if your flow is so sick then why am I causing an epidemic and rappers are getter ill-er cause of the game I spit cause I kill it
you’ll read about yo defeat in the newspaper tomorrow, the media will be fill with every emotion but sorrow
they be like, “NA killed that nigga painful and saw his every move like he could see from every angle.”
you’re trying fuk with ma head, good thing I used protection
cause this bitch got the HIV, get him some of dat medicine
and bro, I didn’t ryhme him with him, it’s call using “rich rhymes”
“using two different words that happen to sound the same”, like I did mines
so before you say retarded shit and wanna puff yo chest out
remember that you couldn’t handle me alone - so shut yo mouth
and you’re finally getting serious?, I thought that was child play
they should locked me up for raping this kid in a paedophile way
and yeah poison can be cured, but the poison I SPIT KILLS IN SECONDS
NOW PUT THEM TOYS AWAY, I’M TIRED OF RAPPING AGAINST ADOLESCENCES
Team Omega:
You dont know what youre sayin Narut, youre spittin straight malarky,
You simply just dont stand a chance 'gainst The Omega Hierarchy,
I aint scared of you kid, that thought is just embarassing,
I lyrically raped you and Bright at once, like i was Sexual Harass-ing
You right you an avalanche, going nowhere but downwards,
It would seem to me The Pancakes are nothing more but cowards.
We've got one babblin off, tryna front like a kazekage,
Took shots at all but me, 'cause he knows im Grade-A Sake,
Too much for him to handle, so he wont even bother.
You spittin bout the force? Well then, you should know im your father,
With midichlorian levels recorded as the highest in history,
Ill bury this little padawan, site of his corpse forever remains a mystery,
Just like a pancake, this nigga gettin shaken an' poured,
While he's droppin straight garbage that'll just be ignored.
Team Omega we f*ckin runnin this Royale,
Spittin with no remorse, diminishin other teams' morale.
Got Narut subtly name droppin Em songs, Like 'Drop the World' and 'No Love'
I really wish that I had worn a glove,
While I was with 10 other dudes, lookin at Narut's mom from above,
When in unison bukkake'd your mama, f*ckin cream glazed that b*tches muff
Hey Narut, had enough? Of a style so wicked,
That is enough to taint a Man of God, whenever i spit it.
Going into detail about oral *** 'tween other men,
Narut, it seems you fell out the closet once again,
Better scurry on in, incase Teary Eye's done notice it,
And ruins your plans, of coverin for your homo-***-secret
By frontin like Travolta with a b*tch on your arm,
While you takin secret trips down to the Banana Barn.
I came with intent to harm, f*ckin batter an' maim.
Not to do battle with a Stan imposter that spits lame,
And i know what i said, and i meant it, so best "Believe It!"
Cause you wont give two f*cks what the pH is after i force you to eat sh*t.
Talkin bout 'rich rhymes' like you rhymed after some thought collection,
You rhymed 'beat him' with 'gainst him', dont treat it like mental reflection.
This battles going in One Direction, it is one sided at best.
I see your verse has SOME rhyme scheme but what happened to the rest?
It would seem to me, like you just shoutin and b*tchin,
'Cause Half's got you so bamboozled you dont even see that ya pissin-
-All over every chance Pancakes has got to flip it,
To actually come hard when they make an attempt to spit sh*t
I couldnt take you alone? I took you and Bright at once,
I dont need a team to beat you, you moronic dunce.
Cause lyrically, like elevators im droppin tons,
Then pickin back up, an droppin more for funs.
You're just no match for me, your punchlines fail to connect,
Im a Halfmoon rapping God, better show some respect.
I could out bar you like servin Whiskey on the Rocks,
I could out rich rhyme you like "Hey bro, your verse, it f*ckin rocks!"
I could f*ckin Pick you apart like im a miner, you rocks.
When you try to front in the club they like "No minors, get lost."
You see Narut, that you could never in your wildest Fantasy,
Ever f*ckin dream of ever being a match for me,
Because Narut beating Half? N*ggas straight KNOW that sh*ts Blasphemy.
And the way that ive got you spittin bout toys, and adolescence,
Just goes to show, fake MCs revert in my presence.