paroles de chanson NF vs. Billie Eilish - Freshy Kanal

I'm bringing the clown out
I'm making the crowd shout
I started from writing 'bout heaven; you started from SoundCloud
The tables have turned;
I'm the cig that'll burn you and leave everybody disturbed
This greenhead's sounding kinda smoked out; call you Finneas and Herb
I wrote a lot of versus to Jesus
You're the frappe version of Yeezus
Went from OCD to releases
To now having beef with a vegan
Your bro and your mangers hang on your neck
And you're claiming to be independent
Your label is just like your shirt
Size: I can't figure out where the head is
In our beliefs we polarize
'Cause God and Satan are broken ties
Your dark persona's a total lie
You've been washed up since Ocean Eyes
Demon-looking beings leaving evil feelings on me for being a believer
I'm a musical therapy session,
But not even God could cure your Bieber fever

I thought a Christian would have cleaner bars to throw
Your first song's your personality: single and Alone
Nowadays you write with your tears on minor keys
Your lock your childish burdens in tramuas, someone give a minor keys
I know that your facts are real, but lies just have appeal
Tom MacDonald brought better beef; you can't combo a Happy Meal
You cried about some people giving
Criticism 'cause it never really brought money
This battle's confirming your critics; your lyrics are NF: not funny
Where do you belong? I don't think it's a riddle
You're a Stan, a copycat; Eminem's Skittle
Got the 007 deadly sins aching in me
But your 5 albums introduced me to the stages of grief (Duh)
You charted through depression, but can't top other charts
The only shopping cart I've seen you in is on your cover art
You peaked when you screamed "let me down" and you dropped to start
While I'm so dope I killed the beat just like your mother's heart

My intros are movies; you owe your soul to Adele
Too young to have Time to Die but still managed to Go to Hell
Bury a Friend and the hatchet so you wouldn't break a sweat
When you're spewing lines more
Scrambled then when you go on Tourette's'
People wanna put me in a catergory but if
Anybody is comparable to me, they're in a crisis
If you cannot see the damage you embody in a
Mental difficulty, then you're Billie Eyeless
You're the biggest hypocrite depicted on the market,
Already tackled your pinnacle, so why you gotta lie?
I've searched for a therapist and not
The musical edition of 13 Reasons Why!

Send your fan army to me, if you claim you got that many
I'd just get attacked by wafers from a horde of Christian grannies
To listen to your ramblings, your fans must take twenty xannies
But tonight I'll sweep the floor with a Bad Guy like it's the Grammys
You've got no more game to quit, and no more pain to spit
Your rhymes in this battle only sell because they put my name on it
Spend your penny wise, Balloon Boy, you can't match my throne
You say you wanna pay your bills, but Billie just got you owned