[Round 1: Craig Lamar]
Now I'm about to get real disrespectful on Forest Whitaker’s nephew
Cause he only tough when the camera is on
See this footage about to get uglier than Paul Bunyan's bunions
And toe to toe, I will handle this corn, but he can never win wit' me
’Til he found out these hammers is for him
Nigga please, don't make me finger this Llama like animal porn
But you know what's funny?
If you cross me, I'ma have somebody to send for you
All my niggas wanna play to the beef, which is ironic
Because I brought at least ten for you (tinfoil)
Put you in soil
Nigga I could care less if ya friends loyal
Cause niggas can fuck around and lose a leg for tryin' to go out on a limb for you
But if I let my shorty smoke
Think Braxton after a corny joke
Cause the Fox will be in your face with the .5 bro
Shit clip, give you a big nap like cilantro
They long .8's, that'll leave you with the Trey Songz face during the high notes
Start by heeling this chump
He'll be feelin’ the stomp like Showtime at The Apollo
But keep set trippin’
And I'ma have yo’ silhouette dented
What, is you stupid dawg?
Fuck Courage I will use this mask to scare you Cowardly if you [?]
Nigga, the ox is out so watch ya mouth, before I put a cut in it
Beretta to his dome
It sound like we shootin' on a hoop with no net in it
And nigga a courts in session
So I hope you and your whore protected
Cause I gotta gorgeous Heckler
And that shit spit louder than a Travis Porter recordin' session
The .4 eject him
He gonna die with his tongue out like the dog from Jetsons
When bullets hit his cap, it'll split the bill like we ordered separate
I ain’t for the fakin'
On my momma I wig on him with the knife, that's Norman Bates shit
Give his core a scrappin'
'Til I leave a cord of his organs hangin'
And I'm more gore than Jason
I ain't stoppin' 'til I leave his son, father and more on the floor with his Fedora bakin'
He won't be able to remember shit but a chunk of his brain missin'
I'll put his memories at (w)risk like a Pandora bracelet
Our minds different
I'll let the gun butt him like his mind's skippin'
Take some vice grips and
Make his front teeth Money Mike missin'
A'ight pimpin'? But time's tickin'
So I'ma have my henchmen hang Nitty over a high cliff and let him go
So we can have Rum on the rocks like we ordered a Captain Morgan with ice in it
I'm nice wit' it
So judge me not, or I'm make you have to fuckin' budge this shot
Have my team runnin' through your field like rugby spot
Shoot at your daughter while she's on a bicycle
So when I bust these Glocks
That shit'll toss her petals in the air like, "she loves me. She loves me not."
Nigga I'll blast a can' in him
Take half his mans wit' him
He gon' feel it when it kick like Jackie Chan hit him
Stuff his corpse in the trash and stash his man's with him
So I can keep the body a secret like Taliban women, nigga
My niggas know who we snappin' shots at
We don't freelance
Claimin' he stabbin' all sorts of niggas with the blades but he's no He-Man
Nigga you won't have a future if I see those free bands
I'll be on your block swingin' with the pound like a TLC dance
I'll slump all ya team
Dump cartridge mean
These biscuits I'm showin' you ain't from Paula Deen
Now step off screen
Give this bum all the steam
For the doctors to save him they're gonna have to pull rounds out of his stomach like a gumball machine
I'll throw a backhand over you
Fast hand fold him up
Mag' blam 'til I see the last man open up
Feds gonna have to roll him up
Mag [?] open up
I'll reuse the metal to break this Crip down, it's my crab leg opener
Your real name is Cornelius Powell
Nigga you don't blast birds
You ain't nothin' but a fake ass Cali nigga from Arizona
And to be honest it's gettin' on my last nerve
But shit can get crucial
So I hope you can come up with some useful last words
Cause a simple slip up can leave you lyin' with ya pupils backwards
Y'all get it right? "Slip up" "Pupils" backwards?
Fuck all this, I don't gotta explain it to you wack nerds
But I figured if I can numb Rum then it won't be much of a conundrum
What have you done Rum?
Cause you from the slum don't mean I ain't from the slums Rum
Fuck where you from Rum
I will pull up on yo' block with that drum Rum
And when the missiles launch I got Christmas on the way, pa-rum-pa-pa-pum Rum
I got that fire arm
Y'all put the straps behind ya baby like I did the diaper wrong
Big heat, that shit spinnin' like we got the driers on
Now, bash ya bitch over the head with a bottle of Malibu
Then proceed to fire arms
So when that .9 is drawn I'll give yo' hoe ho (holes) and a bottle of Rum like the pirate song
All my niggas stay strapped, how can you not tell?
If y'all shootin' then we peelin' cans back like fruit cocktails
Nigga I will get you shot, you shot, and you shot- hell
All y'all niggas can get the message on site bitch- You Got Mail
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Nigga, we pop shots
Snuck the .380 in the gear
Throw down like a hopscotch box
You'll get the chalk tryin' to play me like a square
You not a threat
You came with them thangs blazin'? I don't care
I'll take Craig's strap
Screw a potato on Craig's MAC(k) and jump some new 'Flava In Ya Ear'
Talkin' all that gun talk but he don't shoot
Tools squeeze, that'll hit you and your little boo, see (Bootsie)
You ain't got no juice
What nigga? I wrap the bandana around the old tool
Let it fire on the rag with burner like soul food
Creepin' with this bitch on the low like a cutty buddy
You'll lose DNA from these Clips, and won't rebuttal nothin'
Go 'head, yell all you want, but don't fuckin' touch me
That same rule applies off stage; colored money
I'll scalp you with a scalpel if you don't show respect
Little blade but this skin is top like the old PS
Be at ya crib in the AM, the whole door get wrecked
Wakin' ya bitch up with the pipe like it's mornin' sex
The boy upset, I don't like the look on ya face
Wipe it off before I shoot; that's Jeff Hornacek
I dump ya body in the water or just leave you in a vegetable state
Take it how you wanna, don't believe me?
I'll send some real gangstas to show 'em
They'll give Lamar the same choices if he ain't payin' what he owed them (Odom)
That's the old Laker in the coma
All these guns you speak about? I could be bringin' 'em out, peelin' shit
The clip I'm fillin' ('Feelin') It' if I got Reasonable Doubt
Line up the .9 for the headshot, squeeze on ya scalp
He'll catch a TIP Harris (hair is) everywhere like the king of the south
You get the line, this nigga dyin'
Flip the .9, you'll see a finger wave at his baby hair like Ginuwine
I draw the ratchet
Uncle Elroy in the backyard
Craig seen me pullout the Magnum
Get hype? I'll sleep you mid round
I'm not for actin', so keep it calm (Com') and you'll Mos Def'initely stay a conscious rapper
Let's play a game
Me and this chopper vs. you and you
K push his chest back, that'll fuck up the 2 on 2
If he that close?
.40 tucked by the ab so I (Ab-Soul) gotta buck it (bucket) next to Lamar like Schoolboy Q
Bitch nigga
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself!)
[Round 2: Craig Lamar]
I told my niggas to handle Rum later
Get rid of his guys cause I want him to suffer, no gun, just serious knives
But if he say my name again, kill him with pride
So if you see Rum still, skin (Rumpelstiltskin) him alive
But you know what I found funny as shit?
You retarded Wesley Snipes lookin' son of a bitch?
The fact that you up here chillin' like ya life is great
'Til I have you feelin' numb once I peelin' (pill in) Rum like I spiked a drink
But you decide the fate
It'll be a job well done once ya life at stake (steak)
I'll have you eatin' food through a feeding tube when I'm done beatin' you like a Jeepers Creepers license plate
And I can site the fake
They is not who they say they is
He'll be a dead target when I leave his head parted like Robin from Bae Bae Kids
Grenade they shit
But since he claimin' he gang bang Crip, when then snubs shoot
Bullets will fuck up cuz roof like Craig when he jumped on Day Day's whip
[?] ya goofy bastard
Nigga I will knock ya cufi backwards
You will get the choice of backpacking
Or get lifted by the bird
That's a Banjo Kazooie package
Sue me faggot
I was taught to shoot to the side no matter who we blastin'
So I gotta turn the fifth when I wave it like the winner of the beauty pageant
We burst slugs
Bullets will be in the back of ya mind like your first love
Yeah you talk tough but that shit don't fly with me like a hurt dove
Insane grammar
Plus we bang hammers like the worst judge
Aim sloppy
So I gotta lean in with the arms like church hug
Keep playin' wit' me Nitty and I'ma show you what these hooks 'bout
You ain't gotta sleep on ya neck wrong for me to come and take ya crooks out
Look out
That chopper gibbering like mush mouth
So if it cash we beefin' 'bout
I will leave Rum pouring over the chicken like I'm marinating the food at a cookout
So swallow ya pride or I'm shootin' up ya van Nitty
Or I'll leave the skies lookin' gray here (hair) when I approach you with that can' Nitty
Curse you with the caliber
The revolver spinnin' like a pro-fan, Nitty (profanity)
Dome shot, baow!
It's ironic how your mental will be lyin' somewhere in the sand Nitty (insanity)
Damn Nitty, you be left dead when I stretch heads, I'm a cobra with the thing
I'll bring destruction to ya whole city, we'll Cloverfield ya scene
Scope on the Eagle, bitch I'll fold ya with the beam
You'll get shot from long range like Rover limousine nigga
I'll break ya bones
You get the pound if ya raise ya tone
Got a double barrel, that shit got a wide noise like the old Katie Holmes
So tame ya clones, or it's Pirates of the Caribbean when we blaze the chrome
Cause the captain gon' get the orange put under his chin like Davy Jones
Nigga, budge and I'm killin' you
These slugs put an end to you
This ratchet clappin' but she ain't tryin' to [?] chlamydia
The shit my hands cock (Hancock) is dirty like the smudge on a signature
I'll be handin' out more rings to you bitches than husbands in India, nigga
Nigga I take pantomime action
This can' of mine flashin'
That fuckin' bullet wound will make him fuckin' stop and think about it like Hammer Time blastin'
Big blade, everything above the pelvis I'm slashin', across his ribcage
I'll leave the side of him smilin' like an Amazon package
I done had to slap pussies like you on several occasions
Big gun, you should hear that Beretta when it's bangin'
I should call up my connects
Have 'em set up for the takin'
And put in order to get this fruit sticked up like edible arrangements, nigga
You dumb new clown
Don't make me have to numb you down
And run you through a hum to George Of The Jungle style
If you fumble I'll have more eyes upon you than some new gal
My pals liftin' you, you'll see Cal's (cow) kickin' like Kung Fu Pow
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Shit, I only heard of you cause Chef cooked you
He should've left dawg in a pot
It's only cause of Trez you're (treasure) on the map
And I X marks on the spot
He go to box I dome shot him
Swing on me and see a cat flyin' from the K, that's your own problem
Two fo's on him
Keep 'em tucked in the draws
You'll catch son with the Hawks; Joe Johnson
I went to Southside Jamaica Queens just to cop the chopper
It's from New York but it get raised in ATL Waka Flocka
I'm not for talking
You'll think he straight out of Compton how easy (Eazy) he got the coughin (coffin)
I'll pop your daughter
Nah she might not get murdered when it ring
But it will sing at your dawg
Don't worry 'bout a thing
This nigga trash split your mask get
The mag
Arm in his face hit the dab
Did you bad
I'm just bein' blunt
Trying to see how many this nickle bag
Give me cash
If you don't pay me in this bitch your lady get a clip
Grab your feet and Mil-Town your baby off a
Cliff
Tell me how it feel
Knowing you had to prepare for an L
Mill put you right behind bars like a letter from jail
And you going to need security help
Daylyt Halloween costume
You'll get a box if you don't watch how you carry yourself
It ain't a secret
We got some of the coldest Writers on the Bloque
Bitch nigga'll feel these (Philly) Shells thinking
It's something he can show the (Shoulder) black
Get the coughing, mid conversation like you smoke a lot
.40 Glock with a Lemon Squeeze at his neck like Corona top
My niggas mark shit out
Empty clips and chalk shit out
Steel Ruger real shooter
I got killers that can vouch
Fuck these bitches talkin' 'bout?
We not for play
Nigga thinking it's a game till they got stitches cross their mouth
Bitch nigga
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yaself)
[Round 3: Craig Lamar]
Now I would slap the piss out this midget but since I'm a Christian
That'll be against my religion
But the Lord says, "When it's war keep peace." And I keep piece
So this fits the description
You sensing attention?
Fuck a Navy SEAL I let something crazy peel (pill) like skitzo prescriptions
But flashing exceeding some can lead to bleeding gums like The Simpsons musician
But let's discuss somethin'
All these ratchets around me I'm a stud muffin I'll fuck the puddle out ya bitch till she can't walk
You going to have to give her a cane (hurricane) after I flood something
I bust a Nina of anger
We Can't Stop Grudge
Fuckin' bullets will hit your wifey and leave your dears (deers) head all over the wall like we buck huntin'
I grip quickly
So talk if you would (wood) like Stick Stickly
Cause I got this nickel loading on (Nickelodeon) ya boys and they can catch all that if it's spit quickly
The clip empty?
I'll put in a show for this body like thick gypsies
Once I give a cat this Desi to swallow just for being such a prick with me, nigga
This fist proper
I'll steal ya shit like pick pocketers
But if you hear these things
Bing bang trust me it ain't no witch doctor
These tips drop ya
I'll put this comedian in disguise (the skies) like Big Mama
Once I floss the steel let it cross his grill like a Impala, nigga
{chokes}
Stick Stickly nigga
Huge chopper
I'm a beast with the strap; Chewbacca
I'll bring them cannons in Anger Management Cause the Tre pound will calm that shit down goose robber
This left a room rocker
This right a moon rocket
But fuck fightin'
I'd rather bang on his soul (sole) with the hammer like a shoe cobbler nigga
So snap out of it
Cause you claim you a G but you act counterfeit, nigga
My rhyme skill traits like I paid the light bill lately
So excuse me if I black out a bit
I'll round house ya shit
Grab you by your throat with a falcon
Grip
Then slap yo' ass around like I'm trying to get you to snap out of it nigga
I'll Jigsaw ya squad
Whip y'all and all
So get me ticked off and I'ma flip cars
But I don't need more bullets to get a Toy Story the clips extended
So once I rat a toolie (Ratatouille)
The doctor's going to have to do the Incredible
See I'll pick [?] (Pixar) while find ya little daughter in the playpen, payin'
And I ain't going to cross the jaw
I'll just handle her the pistol and let her, fuckin'
Horse around with it like Quick Draw McGraw
[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
I can't believe you put me against this ho ass nigga
This ain't no classic shit
I mean I fuck wit' ya bars but I don't do the baby hair, like a ratchet bitch
If I run up on you if I run up on you nigga don't say a word or I'm dumping off
Paramedics bring a stretcher to put the victim on if Money Talks
Fuck you thought?
I'll knock a nigga's noodles if this Ruger dump
Your roof'll jump
I'll clear his head with a piece (peace) like a Buddhist monk
You'll get slumped
Trey 57 got a ugly kick like a fusion dump
I'ma need my cut and I'm taking yours
Nigga, run me the funds
Make him give up everything he gross or he's gonna eat the butt of the gun
While I try hyping him he'll die violently
30 clips sticks out with the meal (mil) my guy's a China man
.9's strikin' him
Hit his bean with the Wesson, I'll let one sing out the Desert; 'White Iverson'
They brought the best in to serve you
Power stance, I slide through with a can' like a Westbrook commercial
I'm dropping bars
Lift the collar
Miller popper
I murder (Murda) brothers like P and Siilk The Shocker
Get the yappers
Only God can save you from these fuckin' clips
This nigga's Saga
Split ya patna
But it dip for this bitch kick nigga hit the
Rhonda
I said I had to burner on safety
What? Not gangster?
Well I run in the house then off the safety; Sean Taylor
You'se a body
I got enough classics I can use a body
Neck shot you won't be able to use ya body
If I try angles (triangles) like Illuminati
Who could stop me?
You got the nigga with the guns on your hands like Luca Brasi
Let the steel go
Throw 20 rounds out
Tryin' to take your whole town out, if the Mil' blow
We not with playin'
My clique bang on whoever get flagrant
Hold the chrome or leave his chin broke holmes (homes), that's an invasion
I said, I told him about Saturday
About recharge I said I told by Saturday he a dead nigga
I'm impatient
Come and spit ya shit on the weekend and have your wig hangin'
Nigga, you can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job you decide
(Kill yaself)
