25 Freestyle

Huh, chaubis ghante wala challenge haar gaya tu
Kya re, kidhar the itna time, haan?
Do din lage ye tatti, trash ass gaana likha hai
Ek counter ni bhenchod
Kya fuckhole gaana tha ye bhai? Fuck this guy bro
Pehla round jeeta GAUSH ne, abhi second round phir se loss kha
Nau minute ka woh podcast? Uh, nau minute ka woh porn tha
Fake narrative establish kar ni paya, fail ho gaye tere campaigns
Abey Gaush Gang hi akele chod raha hai
Imagine losing to a fanpage, lodu

Mujhe jod mat koi scripted reality show se
Inke favourites badhaayenge ye, politics roz ke
Kiye chaar mahine torture ye morally tod ke
Fairness kabhi tha hi nahi show pe, uh
Sympathy gain kari channel se isne
Act like a baby and cried like a bitch then
Gaand chaate Supandhi, jeetana fix hai
Battle ko chhod, woh season hi rigged hai
Scale pe hai nahi baraabari
Shunya teen shook me a little, didn't cause any damage
That shit got over right just like the show's hype
Seconds chala uske baad ho gaya vanish
Ayy, shake your shit up, boy don't plan it
Earthquake early warning, don't panic
You're like 5'7" and I'm 6'4", way serious of a threat, damn it
Is gaane se hi marega tu, naa pohonchne ki jarurat address par
Mai chhabis ka nahi bete pachis ka jaake pehle apne facts check kar
Idhar kar show ki buraayi phir jaake saale unki ass lick kar
Teri gang ko thasaake rakha hai Gauresh ne uske adlibs par
Man rhymed Gauresh with Gauresh for four bars straight
NM ke chhokre log chhodte nahi, jisko bhi pakadte, khol daalte
US chale jaana chahiye tha, nakli show ke liye ruk kayko gaye
Bengali nahi US ki accent, Uday, you die today, ha
And I can do this all day, no stress motherfucker
Chop lage khaas nahi, hai clarity nahi jhaat
Made you lose by run like you were batting second
No one bats an eye for a second
Chal raha kya hai, pichhe pohonchti ni khabar
Kaha hai tera unreleased? Bole, "You don't want the beef"
Bitch, I want all of that, what's up

Thas gaya ye, de raha das bahaane
Jab bhi maan chaahe, bichhe bas laashe
I don't trust my friends, nikle sarp saale
I need one more hit, just to pop my shit, ho
Bhai isko lakhwa lag gaya hai
Dekh GAUSH laya diss, isko sadma lag gaya hai, yeah
Hype chase kab se kar raha hai
Tabhi baap se tedi baat karne lag gaya hai
Thas gaya ye, de raha das bahaane
Jab bhi maan chaahe, bichhe bas laashe, ho

Aa raha nahi mass on your own
Tabhi kar raha aake mere field mein disturbance (higgs)
Man sold his soul to the devil
Shunya teen tha time 'n' now you beefing with me son? (devil's hour)
Baffled you, shuru hote hi khatam, I feel bad for you, ho
Bitch goes on like a Higgs boson
Even that couldn't make him the god particle, ay
Goddamn
Mere pe kyu hi, they are letting air out, queef chehre se tu hi
Maare tere Gs spot pe, dekhe hai bullies
Revenge is sweet and I'd be tasting it fully
You're going down, get ahead
A don is coming to push a kid out, grah mein ni khushi
Seeing vaginal juice is what battling you is like
That's why I call it facing a pussy
Always counted out, enumeration
Ripped to pieces, I tally 'em, tabulation
Sequence of events, laaye ubaasi, sum the previous bars, Fibonacci
Feeble Nazis, kill kare, juice up
Had me gassed up for such a hollow cost
Now you're on my watch and I'll log you off
Bars fall apart like you're out of mars, network chocolate (yeah)
Baap nahi bada bhai bol
Diss mein haraana nahi jam raha hai
Toh saala ye paid PRs idhar chala raha hai bohot
Fake news, fake PRs karke bhi lage itne jyada average, motherfucker
Diss daalne ki bhi jarurat nahi
Isko fans hi mere kar rahe damage, motherfucker, uh
Battle rapper mere lund se ye, kaha pe hai iska killer instinct?
Ye prewritten bole, counters maare mere without mask, lip sync
Moot diya battle rap pe tere, karega araam GAUSH iske baad
Gaand-masti hi karni hai tereko
Toh phir beef kar le jaake Gauntlet ke saath
Mai fisla toh log aa gaye the mujhe uthaane
Bhai waha kama ke gaya tha
Mai khud se gira waha first time
Baaki har time mujhe giraaya gaya tha
Main stage pe ye chaatenge aur kare fame gain
Even though we on the same page, you can never be on the same pain
Gaush Gang ne diye saare proofs, inki gaand fati, jaake silwaaye
Kya inspire kar raha ladko ko? Beta khud mere se tu inspired
Ladkiya aati hai saamne se, apan kabhi nahi padte chut ke naad mein
Sign language se tu muthi maar aur phir moan kar apne dusre haath se
Gang mein saare criss-cross bhare, seedhe kisi ke bhi naa hai daant
Agar khatna karana hai free mein, inke munh mein lund de do bhaisahab
Ye beef apni goes way back, jaise hairline VNI ka
Bolta hai mujhe copy phir jaake Bantai aur Dollar ka style chhaap

Thas gaya ye, de raha das bahaane
Jab bhi maan chaahe, bichhe bas laashe
I don't trust my friends, nikle sarp saale
I need one more hit, just to pop my shit, ho
Bhai isko lakhwa lag gaya hai
Dekh GAUSH laya diss, isko sadma lag gaya hai, yeah
Hype chase kab se kar raha hai
Tabhi baap se tedi baat karne lag gaya hai
Thas gaya ye, de raha das bahaane
Jab bhi maan chaahe, bichhe bas laashe, ho

Bohot pehle ho chuke O wale flows
Bete kar le kuchh thoda toh original
All on my own lekin chochle karoge toh phod denge
Bro teri khol denge pol
Rolling with Cole, he the GOAT
Doing no metaphors with the clothes but I won't ever fold
Oh you a ho little virgin ass bitch
The only thing he's getting blown is his nose
Sikha mat galat sahi, tereko litaake chodunga palang pe hi
Diddy le raha hai tereko reverse cowgirl mein
Par pehli baar nahi jo tu palat rahi
Swallow karle mera namak bhai, tu for the streets par tu sadak nahi
Navi Mumbai ke chhokre log chhodte nahi
Bantai daal dete hum seedha halak mein hi (samajh mein aaya kya?)
Laude se chhoo raha be lyrically tu
Flow taapne mein achha, kar mimicry tu
Channel tujhe pair kar raha tha mere khilaaf
Tabhi jaake thodi hype mili tujhe, ooh
Channel cap bohot karte, bolne pe chal unke, ramp walk, ladke
Style tera khud ka nahi, lage wannabe
Jaise Delhi rappers Bombay slangs mock karke
Ask about me, aankho ke saamne, GAUSH lashes out bitch
Channel ne suna you just turned eighteen
Tabhi aake pela tujhe casting couch pe
Nanga ye ghume, no fashion outfits, khud aake saamne jhuka hai
Saamne se beef leke chud gaya, zindagi bhar mujhe gaand de chuka hai
Paas ho rahe ni bill, gates se tere
I'ma just call you a crude liability
How are you balancing sheets?
Iske balance ki sheets jab khud ho rahe tally nahi
Paise naa milne ki baat kare
Channel se winning prize aaya nahi ab bhi
The only time he got paid by T is when he's workin' at Dolly Ki Tapri
Show ke baad fatna naseeb mein nahi, ladke saare gayab hai
Show pe tu kara woh theekh, ab ye naachega sirf Gauresh ke ishaare pe
Tried your best but Bassick outrapped your ass in Ground Shunya
Fumble tabhi khud kara tha chutiya, pakad lete sab chhote jaasoos yaha
Tu aur teri rhyme schemes copied hai
Chopper mein Token se, lofi mein Anjum se, ay
Flows mimic karna asaan hai
Naye banaane mushkil samjhega tu, kar khud se
Battle bars khud ke recycled, duniya ko nasamajh samajhe ye mandbuddhi
Har kadam pe I be going so ham, gang teri jale mere har gun se
Channel tha gira raha mujhe aur madat kare tujhe chadhne
Ishaare shoot kara do baar iske liye, helping hands for this fuckface
Sign language coach laaye iske liye, actions kar ni paya dhang se
Tell me what's the point of using sign language
If you cannot do it on the first take
Teri personality jaise bro idhar pe split hoga aadhe mein tu
Ye single nahi double hai twin tower
Andar se phodu aur bahar se bhi lu
Triple extensions trap, bro aa gaya dekh mere jhaanse mein tu
Golmaal wala Lucky ye totla Supandhi, har jagah kare, "Ayy maayayo"

Ha-ha, le le bhai lyrical beef, let's get it

Ye metal rod hai mere haath mein, right hand mein rakhi grip tight
Mera thumb bataayega direction of the current
Ungliya magnetic field right
Physics use kar raha real life mein, there's one other rule as well
Tu baat samajh, when I screw you with this cock
Teri ass hogi max swell
Do Ls gaandu, bete har angle se mai right hu
Aaya dekh Flamingo City se, laya dekh Fleming's left-hand rule
Thumb shows direction of the force, index shows magnetic field
Middle shows where current travels to
But this middle finger's at you, bitch
GAUSH level pohonch naa paaye launde, kar surrender
Galat panga le liya just for a couple mentions
Knuckle benders, the way they FastCap
Now get fucked in both holes, ye agla beat switch tera DoubleEnder

Haal dekh kharaab poora ho rakha hai
Is baari jhagde ke baad naa samjhota bhai
Flows mere taape, isko laga iska hell hi pad
Yaha pe hogi chopper se death jaise Kobe Bryant
Helicopter ye hoga fly
Fuck a bitch then skip her jaise Dhoni bhai
Thala kingdom ka, aaya raja sthaan pe
Mai vaar karu jab bhi, Uday poora ho tabah

"Ghar tak aa gaya", abey band karde randirona
Saale kutte ki poochh hai ye, hogi ni seedhi
Ab rone ko har jagah dhundh raha hai Pandhi kona, uh
Khaali fillers maare, botox, sirf emulate karke chale jaise Roblox, uh
Ye gaana jab drop hoga chhup jaana kahi pe tu
Ya toh bantai kar dena apna phone off
Ab iske paas kuchh nahi bacha hai bolne
Toh maang raha hai lyrical beef
Facts aur lyrics mein hu dono mein baap iska
Gaana sunte hi chaddi geeli kardi, uh
Laaya tu khud uska naam sale beef mein toh phir mai bhi jaane du kyu
Khud leta ladki ka naam pehle beef mein
'N' I take it further toh hum hi pe dosh, uh
Mai tha jabhi achha insaan tab I only got stepped on
Man, I'm tired of always being the bigger person
Khudki sochu because no one else won't
Khudki side of story time aane pe karunga public, not on cell phones
Mujhse sunoge nahi tum log kuchh bhi
Is ladki wale matter pe tum log henceforth

Huh, now that we got that out of the way
Supandhi, apun aa gaye wapis, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (haha-haha-haha)
"Asthma patient, mera pump kaha hai (huh, huh, huh), mera pump"
Teri maa chodta hu, ruk lode

GAUSH ke naa kabhi muquam pe ye
Koi nahi jagah pe aur meri jubaan kabhi kaanpe naa
Tike naa koi mere aade mein
Teri mai gaand mein ghus ke maar lu be Thane aa
Zikar mera tu kara toh udhar hi mara tu
Saale tu bhag raha hai kaha par haan
Tere se pehle se tha mera kaafi naam
Mere toh yaha pe tu gaano se kaanp raha hai
Maafi naa tujh hi ko maare hum aa rahe yaha
Saanp naa kabhi ni paale hum jaane yaha
Kidhar hi bhaage ye bache naa mere se
Bete ko zinda mai gaad dunga yaha pe haan
Mere pe aane mai dunga mai kabhi nahi
Zara bhi nahi beta hota mai raazi naa
Khel rahe hai ye mere hi naam se
Gaya tu kaam se bete tu maang le mere se maafi
Aur karunga khatam mai tere ko
Bole jab mann mein aate khayaal hai jab bhi
Hawa naa lage be tere ko zara si mere se bete tu ab aa ke seekh
Dikh hi nahi paate woh tik hi nahi paate woh
Sab hi se alag hai meri ye league
Aur jin hi ki baat hai ye sun ke aate
Be unhi ki pehle hi mai laga du G
Aur pade jo kaan pe tere ye laafa tu kabhi naa kabhi toh khaayega
Tere ko toh nahi pata hai mai kaise bana hai
Toh bane be kavi tu kaahe ka
Dar hi ke ghoome ye zameen ke tale
Be dabe ye neech hai aur dum hi le paaye naa
Fat rahi hai itni mein teri toh phir
Tu kabhi naa meri yaha jagah le paaye naa
Lund pe baje ye saare
Ye chhoo bhi ni paaye naa kabhi naa meri likhayi naa
Bhide tu mere se kaahe ka
Kasam hai khuda ki tere ko vachan hai bhai ka
Mere tu chehre pe alag hai
Mile toh phir ye dar hume tab hi dikh jaaye naa
Fatte me adaa mat taange tu mere
Mai dafan hi karunga mile ye bhai jaha
Dekhi nahi jaati hai tere se tarakki meri
Toh mar hi ke phir ye naa aaye bahar
Kaise hi ye kare ye baraabari
Bala ye talegi ab hi nahi zor ye lagaaye jaa
Raha hai tu shakal dikhaane ke layak ni
Mare ye jahaan bhi jee ke naa fayda
Dikh hi ni paaye naa likh hi ni paaye naa
Bik hi ni paaye naa kidhar hi jaaye baa
Tik hi ni paaye naa maar tu mere se
Idhar hi khaaye naa vaar du tere ko
Jit hi ni paaye naa khaak be tere se
Mil hi ni aaye naa jhaat koi pehele se
Seh bhi naa pau naa faltu mere pe
Hai bhi naa time gawau hi kyu tere pe
Lene ke dene jab pad hi gaye tere ko
Dhundh kar aau phir ghaav du chehre pe
Le raha hai tu kabhi nahi jagah yaha meri
Be chalte reh saale tu chal (chal)

Ha-ha-ha, that's four ninety words in a fuckin' minute
Le moot diya tere battle rap pe, bhen ke lode
Ha-ha-ha, bohot mimic karta hai naa re tu?
Le kar, mimic kar, kya hua?
Anyway, fuck this guy, I'm out, haar gaya beef
Gaush Gang shoutout
Mixtape coming' soon, let's fuckin' go