[Round 1: Killa B]
This nigga said he grabbed the nose runnin', he comin' down with somethin'
That bar was hot for a moment
Then I thought for a moment
He only grab the nose runnin', I'm way more sick
I'm walkin' 'em on ya (ammonia)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Nigga this is my city, you must be stupid as they come
Empty the clip
I said, "ammonia" cause I flew it (fluid) in his lungs
Is you dumb?
We smokin' dead ops, I couldn't get it more blunt
I'm leavin' with Rum in (and) a pack of Woods like a liquor store run
I'm that nigga
No back and forth over the 'net, that's bad mitten
Fuck Rum, I'm more like Crown Royal, in my bad with it
The lead'll disperse
Ya feet in the air, ya head in the dirt
Get a hospital bed
Rum Nitty bеtter hope the mеdicine work
Get put in the ER, now RN, need a registered nurse
Nigga, you gonna get this work nigga
Cause he claim Crip but he ain't a shot caller or a playmaker
Nigga, you a battle rapper
What? You got jumped in ya gang with a couple makers?
Little dirty nigga, gang banger
I'm the boss type, a game changer
Type to put on a tailor suit and whip an ounce with the same hanger
It's gangsta
Track star, I grew up around murders and shit
I lived in yo' city for five years, I never seen or heard of ya strip
I only heard you work at Wal-Mart and weren't servin' for shit
He rhymed 'bout Sesame Street he got a Big Bird in the whip
Nigga I touched kilograms, no little man
I used the middle man for the bigger man
Went from three grams of H to the Izo like Jigga Man
Pushed the jiggerman
Every color of the rainbow look like a Skittle bag
Still I'll pop somethin', neck shot, blue (blew) colors, I'm from the middle class
Violated [?] cause he supposed to be The Gun Bar King, but I don't think that's somethin' official
You take pictures with guns, I caught cases with 'em, two different government issues
I'm talkin' assault rifles, but those charges?
The D.A. still tryin' to make 'em stick
So I'ma zip my lines, while he try to be Gun Bar King, I'm worried about the prints (prince)
I'm convinced, I'll put Nitty in a coma, cold as an ice pack
He on life support, the tryin' to preserve a vegetable, he need a life hack
I might snap, with tools blammin'
Crescent moons when I shoot cannons
When I see an Alien, I'm a kneel (Neil) with my arm strong (Armstrong) while the moon landin'
What we doin' Rum? I'm gangsta and I rap good, that's a two on one
So whoever think he gettin' higher than me off of these lines, might be doin' one
The best example of a pussy ass nigga? You doin' one
Like an alcoholic that switched over to Henny, I'm through wit' Rum
Time
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Y'all gon' need every line, every bar
You barkin' up the wrong tree
For your bro it's a wrap
Should I put the piece to B(e) or not to B(e)?
Then the pole would've clapped
This is a dog eat dog world, you know that's a fact
I'm talkin' kill or be (Killa B) killed, and you can quote me on that
You finna go in a bag
This the last time, I keep heat
Lead fillin' up the D.E. like a Scantron
I can smoke you if I freestyle, I can't lie
I'll get in the cage and go off the top, like Mankind
Ya man dyin', gettin' killed in this bitch
I'll punch you all across the cage, you gettin' killed in this bitch
Back you into the corner, he squealin' and shit
We don't know if he wanna continue or to not cause he still on the fence
I'm still finna trip
Put an end to him, I'm talkin' "Finish Him"
It was over as soon as the coin tossed like [?]
He actin' like he really him
So I get on his case, and Killa (killer) acquitted; like George Zimmerman
This the end, the kill part
They asked me if I'm going to write different cause where I'm at, it wouldn't be real smart
Don't matter if I wrote for the big stage or got cage material, it's still (steel) bars
Steel spark
He not gon' to make it
While you in the hospital I'm eluding the police tryin' to shake 'em
I don't even think y'all see what I'm sayin'
When they doin' surgery on Killa B (killer bee) I was duckin' a sting operation
This heat I'ma raise it, shoot an opper
Double barrel, starin' (steering) in the shotgun; it's a student driver
They should've replaced you with 'Stoppa, bring your brother Show out (Showout) cause he the one that really punch, you just holler (Holla)
Dude get bodied, all three I'm finna win
Fans like, "You better not have no one minute round. Don't take it easy on a nigga."
I'ma beat him and his kin
He gon' be restin' in piss like kids mattresses
Who think I'm sleepin' on the twin?
I'll get to swingin' for the fence
You gon' get this L
Soon as I see Brian, Pumper come out, he get hit wit' shells
I'm in a different realm, it's just me, the only nigga Killa (killer) like sickle cell
At his funeral, he get sent off well
Releasing birds and sayin' touchin' words like the sentence braille
We gon' spin for real
You gon' get killed patna
You seen me up a knife towards his brother
Like, "What's the real problem?"
He's froze, starin' in disbelief, it was real shockin'
'Til somethin' get cut off Show' like Netflix, "Are You Still Watching?"
Steel poppin'
I told y'all give me respect
This .45 like a drill sergeant, when it goes off in ya face
You know y'all gettin' laced
I'll pull this joint like, "It's angel dust holmes" and Smoke dawg in the cage
Niggas fake
You ain't wit' the murder y'all cappin'
I don't need no type of help, I'll hop out the Bourbon, .9 clappin'
Shootin' everything by myself
Certified trapper
[Round 2: Killa B]
When it come to these battle rap bars pussy
I put my life in it
We on Cartel
Let's how Rum don't get watered down now that Ice in it
I'm sheist wit' it
Type to come to the fist fight and bring a knife in it
So when I sneak Rum in the party, just know the punch got a spike in it
Nigga and I'm still off Hampton, I never change, I throw the H high
That wasn't me if you saw Killa crossover that was an AI
I'll fuck yo' bitch, she give me facetime
Then she open the safe and the vault
Cause it started off with Hauk Tua but then it lead to a Hawk
Fuck you thought?
I got shooters in the crowd right now, tool wit' 'em
If dude's trippin'
He get a Gen' 5 in front of my crew members
Since dude Crippin' I assume he got a couple of his goons wit' him
That's a bad mix
I hit Rum with the Gen' (gin) now the room's spinnin'
And my crew winnin'
When I tip top slow
Big fo-fo
The big nose though
It's my side piece, my bitch don't know
He get paralyzed, he won't feel shit no mo'
Got a blue in the wheelchair like the crip' logo
Don't you know?
Snitches get stitches
He tell on me? He's thinkin' shit's fine
Cause in his mind snitches get riches like why [?] it's 6'9"
Big .9
I'm not a Crip but I rep my neighborhood big time
It's like a trampoline park
I had it jumpin' off the zipline (zip line)
Nigga, I really get mines
With a pocket knife I'm straight without a gun
Not even a real knife, I found a rusty blade in the alley and made it out of one
Now it's sharp enough to razor out his lung
Came from the bottom to the top, it's crazy I made it out the slum
It's not a game Rum
But when you think about it, it really is a game Rum
Because it'll be a hit on ya diamonds if I pull ya card
That's how you play Rum
When I hit his tum tum with the sticks, it's not a bass drum
He a rapper, but gettin' clapped like an actor; take one
And catch a hollow
I got a fifth for Rum, what's next to follow?
Before we crack the neck, we tap his top, we gotta bless the bottle
I'm a desperado, tryin' to leave a nigga dead for respect
Since he an Alien, extended clip, he need extra to rest (extraterrest)
But I digress
Allow me to reintroduce myself
But y'all knew though
They call me Killa B and I may draw on you like Naruto
You a punto, and I'm not afraid to tell him again
See here's the loophole, I'm blackin' like melanin skin
This Alien too cold, no wonder why he plannin' to win
Must be from Pluto cause after this he'll never plan it (planet) again
Body Gang Bars is something he gotta deal wit'
He already did
Next round? Overkill shit
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Every line action packed
You said some shit, that kinda got under my skin, I ain't gon' lie that's a fact
I was tryin' not to scrap
That nigga Killa B(ee) hit me with a stinger and died after that
This the baddest match
I think you old school, I battle who I want, when I want
Fuck they done told you?
I get Optimum money and make my own moves
Cause this still (steel) my Forte, like a Kia boy and I'll take a Soul too
Pools shoot
I'll show you what's the deal
I can't play no games with this nigga, ya boy is gettin' killed
I feel like I got no choice but to cook, it's no ordering (order in) the meal (mil')
A soldier how I'm built, you'se a bitch to me
Y'all remember Hollow vs. Roc?
He killed dude efficiently
You didn't get to see, the "What the fuck is that?!" that's what I'ma do to Killa B(ee)
You wasn't in them streets
Thuggin' on the hottest of blocks
Pitchin' dope, kickin' do's, poppin' them locks
Hoppin' fences, tryin' not to get caught by the cops
How are you Killa B(ee) and know nothin' 'bout dodgin' the SWAT?
You just be talkin' a lot
I be there flipped out
Point blank in front of his eyes, I got the blick out
I'm talkin' pull (pool) in the Killa (killer) view; like a penthouse
You better get down, they not fuckin' with the movement
I'm the teacher, I taught all you niggas about that punchin' you doin'
Switch on it, my student will get a couple in his noodle
You ever seen Coraline?
I'm puttin' buttons on my pupils
I'll shoot you
TEC's out
We send niggas to operation rooms, you won't make it to your next bout
You was just in this bitch hollerin' "ORRRRR!"
Now he's in the O.R.- stretched out
You a threat, how?
You ain't gon' hurt a thang, stop
Soon as we get location we get to swervin' they blocks
His brother deserve a face shot
.38 pop
And that's a warnin' Showstoppa (show stopper) like a hurricane watch
I'm 38 hot, past raised
My niggas could've killed you when you was recitin' your bars, caught you backstage
Black gauge
I told 'em "Smoke Dawg" and they killed Killa B like Half Baked
And his man fake
In the ground you get laid
I'm tryin' to give you a 30/30 every round you be [?]
Thousands of flames
You in Deep Waters like you shark divin', it's goin' down in The Cage
Niggas fake
And you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga-
[Round 3: Killa B]
I'm 'bout to beat this nigga ass like the UFC
You had that Kia Soul bar, yeah that shit was cool, but let's see
Nigga, stop actin' like you not an internet nigga
Stop actin' like you that G
Actually you really are a Kia boy, you only get it started with a USB
Aye, when it come to this battle rap shit, I done been through some tough stuff
All the haters see me versus Rum Nitty and they hopin' my lucks up
But I ain't ate since the Arsonal battle, and I been hungry, so what's up?
Y'all gave me Rum on an empty stomach? You niggas got me fucked up
But let's talk about it
You got 30'd by Viixen The Assassin
For The Punchline King, that's blasphemy
I guess if you wanna beat the God Of War, you gotta follow Assassin's Creed
And throw punches
Nigga you got overpowered by a whole woman
That's cause Rum only gets you punch drunk
That white girl? Control substance
So bro, fuck it
Who thought I couldn't go toe to toe with buddy?
Think NBA in season tournament, the flow (floor) is ugly
Trust me, I can handle you
But a headshot to his cantaloupe
Get his apple sauced from outside of The Cage like, "Aye, bring them hammers through."
They stick an arm in The Cage, throwin' bananas- don't feed the animals
I'm tellin' this nigga
Y'all see Rum, and be scared of this nigga
Men In Black I make The Alien look like a regular nigga
I'm tellin' this nigga
All that gangsta Crippin' shit, I'll flip his shit
So it's really not like Men In Black flashin' (flash in) my face, I'ma remember it
I'm a degenerate
I really hustle (Hussle) like Nipsey, grindin' all my life to get through
I had a MAC-10, but you can call it a Crip-MAC how the shit blew (blue)
'No Mercy' like OG Percy he claim to be Crip too
We don't get at it wit' .22's the banana clip? Like a Big U
ORRRRRR
It get corrupt (Kurupt) when I Snoop
Dawg (Dogg) got a brick baby in a suitcase
BAOW!
Put his face on his bitch face, now he Blueface
I bodied B-Magic and Arsonal, all Crip features
This ain't Black Ice Cartel, y'all watch Tales From The Crypt (Crip) Keeper
I spit ether, and you won't win in this back yard of mine
You way ahead, but still far behind
I won't argue mine, cause punchlines and bars is fine
But I'm puttin' Rum back on the shelf; card declined
No lie, I turn demons into angels; play wit' me
I turn Black Ice into a chicken spot, you get The Cage and (Cajun) wings
Aye this is Body Gang, you ain't gang unless you spray the thing
If the D.A. ain't talkin' jersey numbers, you ain't make the team
Laser beam, for whoever come for me
Like, what you want from me?
I'm in the trap spot with a block of H, couple of dope fiends to keep me company
I call it cuddle season, cause that little spoon have 'em dozing off comfortably
[Rum Nitty]
He goin'. He goin' on my ass
[Killa B]
This ain't nothin' to me
And you losin' now
Fuck rap, we use to move wit' pounds
Where I'm from Smack is the drug, and the streets is the Proving Ground
I'm 'bout to prove it now
But you gonna [?] by the time I'm done
With the drum, I'm Little Drummer Boy, I see Rum
Pum pum pum
You know it's true
And he got the Napoleon Complex, nigga I'll put a hole in you
Cause that short man complex only gon' have me standin' over you nigga
And Body Gang bars somethin' he gotta deal wit'
Body nigga!
[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Ayyye
You gonna fuck around and get merked where you stay
If we get the address to a nigga house, then we gonna swerve with them K's
You deserve to get slayed
Then you know it's over for Show once we find who Killa is like The First 48
Bombin' on bitches
You was in that Magnitude tournament for 10K, but then you lost to them niggas
Thought you was obviously gon' win
Still gonna go home with a couple bands on you, from a hospital visit
Bombin' on niggas
We smoke niggas
I can punch with Eminem, Royce Da 5'9" and Crooked I, I'm that dope wit' it
I literally could've been a part of Slaughterhouse, cause I'm a GOAT killer
I know killers, and we purging
Pull up broad day lookin' for you 'bout 3:30
Knock you out ya house shoes when the heat burstin'
They outside lookin' for killer crocs (Killa's Crocs); like Steve Irwin
You gon' need surgeons
It's over for niggas
I got about 30 shots on me, what I tote is extended
Yo' city, you know I'ma lift it
Droppin' shit in the Mil' (meal) like Don't Be A Menace
If I load up this pistol, they gon' lay you in the ground
There's some real niggas where you from, but I think you was a clown
I'll up the pole like I'm raisin' a flag
But at the end of the day it's goin' down
You a clown
You better move right or lose life
We be ridin' 'round lookin' for you grippin' tools tight
In yo' city, through the Mil' (meal), back and forth like a food fight
You the goof type
We really slide wit' heat
After you get smoked I'm lookin' for some hoes that's tryin' to leave
My kinda freak
Might pull off with a bad ass Milwaukee bitch, after this fire B
My squad elite
But they always hatin'
They all fake, face it
This killer clown, a fuckboy (fuck boy) like John Wayne Gacy
