25 FREESTYLE lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
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 f*ckhole gaana tha ye bhai? f*ck this guy bro
Pehla round jeeta GAUSH ne, abhi second round phir se loss kha
Nau minute ka woh podcast? Uh-huh, 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

[Verse 1]
Mujhe jod mat koi scripted reality show se, inke favourites badhaayenge ye, politics roz ke
Kiye chaar mahine torturе ye morally tod ke, fairness kabhi tha hi nahi show pе, uh
Sympathy gain kari channel se isne, act like a baby and cried like a b*tch 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 sh*t got over right just like the show's hype, seconds chala uske baad ho gaya vanish
Ayy, shake your sh*t 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, huh
And I can do this all day, no stress motherf*cker
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"
b*tch, I want all of that, what's up
[Chorus]
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 sh*t, 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

[Verse 2]
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
b*tch goes on like a Higgs boson, even that couldn't make him the god particle, ayy
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 pus*y
Always counted out, enumeration, ripped to pieces, I tally 'em, tabulation
Sequence of events, laye 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, motherf*cker
Diss daalne ki bhi jarurat nahi, isko fans hi mere kar rahe damage, motherf*cker
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
[Chorus]
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 sh*t, 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

[Verse 3]
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 b*tch, 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 b*tch
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, ayy
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 f*ckface
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"
[Interlude]
Ha-ha, le le bhai lyrical beef, let's get it

[Verse 4]
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 c*ck, 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, b*tch
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 f*cked in both holes, ye agla beat switch tera DoubleEnder

[Part II]

[Intro]
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
f*ck a b*tch then skip her jaise Dhoni bhai
Thala kingdom ka, aaya raja sthaan pe
Mai vaar karu jab bhi, Uday poora ho tabah

[Verse]
"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

[Part III]

[Intro]
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

[Verse]
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)

[Outro]
Ha-ha-ha, that's four ninety words in a f*ckin' 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, f*ck this guy, I'm out, haar gaya beef
Gaush Gang shoutout, mixtape coming soon
Let's f*ckin' go