Lyrics:
a battle royale
And we're the last ones up last ones up
Last ones up, run and gun run and gun
Scoping in, you're one and done one and done
Got your head
by the sword
And we die by the sword
As we fight in the Battle Royale
Cyberpunk Joseph:
I am made of metal,
I am the Kaiser of the Reich
And I
I should grab a hundred content
Creators from near and far
Put 'em on a track
Call it a "Rap Battle Royale" in fact
I'm actually going to go and do
to pay off
I'm laid up with some Latina shit counting pesos
This shit a battle Royale 100 niggas want my spot
I ain't worried I'm protected by a double
ain't recruiting
Kame House - I'm 'bout to loot it
Stacking royales undisputed
Yeah, look, dawg
Beerus just hopping out the Battle Bus
Put your head in
nastrojach
(Ale) wszędzie widzisz wrogów, jakbyś pykał w battle royale
Nic już nie będzie jak wcześniej, nic już nie będziе jak wczoraj
Z Narnii wyszedłeś za
of violence or we'll
Go down in flames with our wounds unhealed
In a battle royale with our daughters and sons
We're killing the game with all these guns
to the Kensei your sensei
You're just a child in the Battle Royale death game
You know that shit ain't gonna be so okey dokey
If you're mad enough to try to go
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
like he's in fortnite, his favorite game is
fortnite and battle royale, he does not play clash royale
Bitch I do not touch little kids, I do not touch
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those that wanna battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
and scream "I didn't deserve this"
The tower too high, I'm bringin shot from above
'cause my head's a battle royale of serpents, snails, and bugs
I'm
making others feel dreamless
Leaving you speechless
Stepping up my uniqueness
By exposing my weakness
Wiping up these double w
We call it battle royale
a Fortnite clan
Creek Squad, some are Builders
Some are Shooters, victory Royale
You're gettin' styled by a country singer
Down at the Cut N Corral
Jeez I
your fans for being dumb enough to feel you
Travel with me, I'll pass you by 10 styles, battle?
y'all ain't no battle emcees, y'all are pen pals
You ran,
ride
Of emotions that are motioned by the brokenness inside
That's why I'm stuck Upside-down living life in a loop
Sacrificing myself at the altar
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn,
See grey stripes bowling down the street.
Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn,
and bruised up
I move in spite as for now
My eyelids had mad rain pour down
My whole life been a battle royale
So you best bring it now or throw in the towel
I
got a big mag (Uh)
No battle royale got a big tac (Uh)
No Mickey D's got a big mac (Uh)
Draco it came with a beam
I don't need no CVC
Got a big bag (Uh)
to the rhythmatic flows
I'll battle to the death of me I'm in the Alamo
I do it by my lonely now I'm feelin like the shit
So don't look any further for the realest
for a battle royale
Anything to save a friend, there's no doubt
A Basaltic Fist formed to knock you out
I thirst to win and I'll end the drought
You
be your hoe
Battle royale I'm going in solo
On a different channel like it's coco
Cause she causing static and I know so
She be leaving I'm telling her
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