[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
They say, "Most body bags are boring to watch."
That's one thing that I'm learnin'
But watch me make this body come to life, like A Weekend At Bernies
I give a fuck what a nigga think
Run up on me, you can get the shank
Run off, I dump a nickel in ya back, that's a piggy bank
This clip? Full of 16 hollows
Can leave a nigga stank, so trust me
You don't wanna tip like Mr. Pink
I'll pistol whip a bitch unconscious or make a nigga faint
Go upside his head with the milli tip, 'til Billy Blanks
I slam his dead in the car door, I don't give no shits
Your shin'll snap, your foot'll break, that's The Flintstones whip
You'll get washed up, Doggystyle 'Intro' skip
The fifth go "click"
You'll see a kick if I get in (end) zone, shit
If a nigga get to fightin', I don't lift no fists
You'll see me squeezin' in a brawl (bra), that's O'fficial tits
I get to cuttin' at they neck 'til a nigga head is really off
I go retarded with that Sling Blade
Somebody tell Billy Bob
Nickel plated Nina shine, lookin' like a trophy
I'll Set It Off in this bitch if I gotta pull it like I'm Stoney
You can get the cal', put a couple bullets in ya homies
After ya team is through it's like a scene from Juice I'm still cookin' wit' the .40
It's on me
Fully loaded I will bust
So don't call me Kevin Hart cause I'll really take it there bruh
My last bout, I was out to injure niggas
Clip extended, hit the stage, poppin' Ars'; that's a British stripper
The double barrel out the window of the red Civil peelin'
Try to run and get ya back filled (field), that's Ricky...Williams
I be talkin' to myself like, "Don't go over the fuckin' edge"
You gotta know when the verge end Nitty
No debates, you got to kill 'em all three, that's how you send a trend Nitty
Must I put it in black and white like Sin City?
Off top, his brains blew on his next of kin Nitty"
Okay, I think I got it but without the beam I probably wouldn't hit the bitch
My shot known for being bad but not too many that my inf' will miss (infamous)
I'll put these marks in they places; correct sentences
He tried to block I still gotta hand right (write) it clean; it's good penmanship
Split ya shit
I don't do personals, I'll prolly swing on you
Free vs. Cassidy, mid-battle, I be tryin' to put the beats on you
This Desert Eagle? Part of my wardrobe
I stay wit' it, that mean I wake up dressing with the bird like Thanksgiving
You can do all that huffin' and puffin' in a bag; paint sniffin'
Full clip'll will give you half nigga; Blake Griffin
You do the math, if you hold a hundred and I fire it on ya
You'll have to deal with .50 like Vitamin Water
Kill yaself fuckboy
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
If it's beef and you are in the middle, I may reach
Trey eight squeeze
You'll get it right in ya head
{Sound cuts out}
[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Aye that shit wasn't half as wack
I didn't even know he could battle rap
But tell this nigga that Cruella Deville, want her jacket back
Listen little Dennis Rodman
I'ma adress (a dress) you like a bitch, for acting prima donna (pre-Madonna)
We quite wild, my goons will shoot ya, pipe down
Get smoked from four different angles; hookah pipe style
Brandon Lee, you'll die on cam' from a live round
And get killed tryin' to punch one time; that's Mike Brown
Thinkin' he won't bleed but leak a liter (leader) in the end (Indian) that's Co-chief
If I didn't have this image to uphold, I'd go across your grill, push me
Bill Cosby, before all this I put in, I use to steal pussies
You still pussy
I don't see how niggas claim you
You should be really thankful for havin' that nigga Nitty slay you
Nina, will hit the homie too
That bitch unfaithful
After it kaboom, they'll find you dead, they'll Billy Mays you
But wait, there's more
If I off his top, he'll be labeled roofless (Ruthless)
Eazy-E, in need of 9-11 fast, that's GT3
You know Nitty slide through for that chicken; EBT
And leave jaw broken holmes (homes); that's B&E
You'se a fruit cup, that's something we can see
Wouldn't know what to do with a titty boy (Titty Boi); that's DTP
I'm a sore loser
You'll get the Calico if I lost nigga
So if I run up on him and give Billy Dee (thee) Colt .45 it ain't malt liquor
I special ordered a MAC barrel
I'ma use that fucker pronto
Feelin' like Iron Mike when I pop the custom auto (Cus D'Amato)
Run up on Billy with somethin' sharp though
Then I shove it through ya
A muthafuckin' elephant horn that's how you tusk a loser
You about to get washed up like a fuckin' loofa
Beware of me, you're marriage therapy, I'll send a couple to ya
You're lucky I'm goin' light on ya
These ain't even real bars
I can spit a punch so mean, Avacado will scream "World Star!"
Fifth with a big ass kick
I'll shoot it and tear a wrist (terrorist) in the ring; that's the Iron Sheik
Hop out the Charger, the first round bust; that's Ryan Leaf
Nah scratch that, I'll run up on his whip
If you try and Speed
I'll have to bus(t) over 50 I'm Keanu Reeves
Now my haters, they're prayin' I'ma lose it
Well who finna beat me? Boondocks ain't (Boondocks Saint)
But I'll say a prayer before I shoot him
I ain't gotta let the .9 buck
Run the fade, you'll get lined up
You think your G real? Well I'ma show you
Cause today I got tide cuz
