NF Vs. Billie Eilish
Freshy Kanal Lyrics

I'm bringing the clown out
I'm ready to clown NF in this rap battle

I’m making the crowd shout
My verses are gonna get the crowd excited

I started from writing 'bout Heaven you started from SoundCloud
I write Christian rap, while you started your music career on SoundCloud

The tables have turned I'm the cig that’ll burn you
I've come out on top and I'll bring heat to you

And leave everybody disturbed
My rhymes will shake you up

This greenhead's sounding kinda smoked out
Your lyrics are stale and played out

Call you Finneas and Herb
I'm calling you out and specifically naming your brother and producer

I wrote a lot of versus to Jesus
My music is about glorifying God

You're the frappe version of Yeezus
Your music is a cheap imitation of Kanye West

Went from OCD to releases
I've come a long way from being a person with OCD to now releasing music

To now having beef with a vegan
Now I'm battling you, someone who's known for being a vegan

Your bro and your managers hang on your neck
Your family and managers have a lot of control over your career

And you're claiming to be independent
But you claim to be independent despite having a lot of outside influence

Your label is just like your shirt size: I can't figure out where the head is
Your label is confusing and disorganized, just like your shirt size

In our beliefs we polarize
Our religious beliefs separate us

Cause God and Satan are broken ties
The contrast between good and evil is evident in our music

Your dark persona's a total lie
You put on a dark and moody persona that doesn't reflect who you truly are

You've been washed up since Ocean Eyes
Your popularity peaked with 'Ocean Eyes' and you haven't been able to replicate that success

Demon-looking beings leaving evil feelings on me for being a believer
Your music influences negative thoughts and feelings in me because of my faith

I’m a musical therapy session
My music is like a therapy session for people who listen to it

But not even God could cure your Bieber fever
Even God can't help you with your obsession with Justin Bieber

I thought a Christian would have Cleaner bars to throw
I'm surprised that a Christian rapper is throwing insults

Your first song’s your personality: Single and Alone
Your first song is a reflection of your personality

Nowadays you write with your Tears on minor keys
Your recent music is very sad and melancholic

Your lock your childish burdens in traumas
You are holding onto your childish problems and using them as inspiration for your music

Someone give a minor keys
I need some other key to play in, you're depressing me

I know that your facts are real
I know that your music comes from real experiences

But lies just have appeal
But sometimes lies are more appealing to listeners

Tom MacDonald brought better beef you Can't combo a Happy Meal
Tom MacDonald did a better job at beefing than you, you're not up to his level

You cried about some people giving criticism 'cause it never really brought money
You've complained that criticism doesn't bring in money for you

This battle's confirming your critics your Lyrics are NF: not funny
This battle is proving your critics right that your lyrics aren't funny

Where do you belong? I don't Think it's a riddle
I'm not sure what genre of music you should be in

You’re a Stan, a copycat Eminem's Skittle
You're a stan and a copycat of Eminem's style

Got the 007 deadly sins aching in me
Your music invokes the seven deadly sins in me

But your 5 albums introduced me To the stages of grief (Duh)
Your music has helped me understand the stages of grief

You charted through depression But can't top other charts
You've achieved success with your music about depression, but can't compete with other genres

The only shopping cart I've seen you In is on your cover art
Your music is only popular enough for it to be on your own album covers

You peaked when you screamed "let me Down" and you dropped to start
You peaked in popularity with 'Let Me Down' but haven't been able to reach the same level since

While I'm so dope I killed the Beat just like your mother's heart
My rhymes are so good that I killed the beat, just like how heartbroken your mother was

My intros are movies you owe Your soul to Adele
My intros are cinematic and powerful, like Adele's music

Too young to have Time to Die but Still managed to go to hell
You're young and already on the path to destruction

Bury a friend and the hatchet so You wouldn't break a sweat
You ended your feud with someone to avoid any more stress

When you're spewing lines more scrambled then When you go on Tourette's'
Your lyrics are hard to understand and confusing

People wanna put me in a category but If anybody is comparable to me They're in a crisis
People try to categorize my music, but no one can compare to my style

If you cannot see the damage you Embody in a mental difficulty Then you're Billie Eyeless
If you can't see how your music affects people's mental health, then you're clueless

You're the biggest hypocrite depicted on the Market, already tackled your pinnacle
You're the biggest hypocrite in the music industry and you've already reached the peak of your career

So why you gotta lie?
Why are you lying?

I've searched for a therapist and not the Musical edition of 13 Reasons Why!
I'm looking for a real therapist, not someone who is trying to be a therapist through their music

Send your fan army to me If you claim you got that many
Send your fans after me if you think you have a lot

I'd just get attacked by wafers from A horde of Christian grannies
I would only get attacked by old Christian ladies

To listen to your ramblings Your fans must take twenty xannies
Your music is so boring that your fans need to take drugs to enjoy it

But tonight I'll sweep the floor with a Bad Guy like it's the Grammys
I'll easily beat you in this rap battle, like how you won all your Grammys

You've got no more game to quit And no more pain to spit
You have nothing left to offer in this battle

Your rhymes in this battle only sell because They put my name on it
Your only chance at success in this battle is by using my name

Spend your penny wise, Balloon Boy You can't match my throne
Try your best, but you can't compete with my skills

You say you wanna pay your bills But Billie just got you owned
You say you want to make money, but you just got defeated by Billie Eilish