[Round 1: Jakkboy Maine]
Pussy, you still a Ray J fan and an Aye Verb lover
Yeah, and the toughest nigga in the midwest is still Aye Verb mother
FUCK HER, BUCK HER
Stuck her, pussy and wow, what you can't tell?
I'll Erykah Badu ya, pourin' vinegar over tuna, I'm tryin' to put an end this this fishy smell
But you know what I don't understand?
Is the nerve of a nigga
Like, he ain't know I keep the-
Ho, ho, hold up, should I say that?
I'm battlin' a vet
They give out governments and where you stay at
But it's just to serve you subpoenas, not put in the work and get no pay back
And bitch this is Banned so pussy nigga we don't play that
I stay strapped, go relay that
Cause I'm off in the streets, and the bright lights of our Summer Madness, meant you was lackin' or weak
I could [?], leave him with the Mark Of The Beast
But ayo Smack, BAOW!
That's for not knowin' how to market a beast
All this a feast
Terry O, the Jakkanese, nigga P, optics is sweet
The scope on K-Shine, but this one down to a T
It was him or me, so I ain't slept
Fuck NWX, that's on the set
I'm goin' out with my hands behind my back pussy, not across my chest
Cause this is where we style a bit, with violent shit
I'm big brimming, Amish shit
And I pass the bill to kill T (tea) Party, I'm a lobbyist
BLAH to this, the bullet will send him up, or pick him up or sit him down
Cause with this gun I told Tuna it's drip or dry
Fuckin' clowin, I ain't gracious, you a dub homie, the snub on me
I chalaka BOO, then get rid of T (tee), his blood on it
Duh homie, we throw him overboard and keep kickin'
Cause what I adore he need mo-
Man someone tell Tuna to keep swimming
I'm deep wit' it, and it's nothin' but sticks and drums and these frequencies giving
Guessin' my stereotype will cut big fish audio when these bare with him
Man listen, two arms spinnin', I'll dance with 'em
Through muddy waters, hands round Tuna neck, I'm hillbilly hand fishin'
See it's fuck the Bulls, the Bears, they Cubs and Harold's Chicken
Fuck Common, Jennifer Hudson and R. Kelly since he piss on bitches
Fuck Lupe Fiasco cause Mickey Factz and Daylyt 'Kick, Push' on his nuts all the time
And fuck Kanye West cause if slavery was a choice so was his mother dyin'
Fuck that nigga that shot you, nah let's give him a round of applause
Matter of fact, it's fuck that nigga, I was right the first time cause he ain't finish the job
Fuck Michael Jordan, nah nah, it's fuck Chicago, you niggas took him
And fuck Oprah Winfrey cause none of my seats came with a gift or a cushion
Look I'm movin' with visions, I shoot with persistence
Y'all wanna know what's consistent?
If there's one fishy nigga round you, usually there's a school of them bitches
But I got my gun so hold still, pulled out his whip
I'm so skilled, this cold steel BAOW, made it the first time we seen Tuna as road kill
Oh well, he got shot
It's either karma or bad luck
.357 with the deuce deuce in the mix, it add up
Spaz what? Cause four 150 I got a white boy that'll smash him
Y'all don't peep the Jakkanese, we all know Tuna go well with bread and crackers
It's 2 K's for you actors, three in Traffic
I got the dead eye
And y'all ain't never seen T on the back of a guy like this, and you should be scared not
Yeah, I heard you been praisin' him a lot
And I give you dead props
Just wanna let you know your doctor fix everything too
Baow, except a headshot
Rap nigga
Pussy, you still a Ray J fan and an Aye Verb lover
Yeah, and the toughest nigga in the midwest is still Aye Verb mother
FUCK HER, BUCK HER
Stuck her, pussy and wow, what you can't tell?
I'll Erykah Badu ya, pourin' vinegar over tuna, I'm tryin' to put an end this this fishy smell
But you know what I don't understand?
Is the nerve of a nigga
Like, he ain't know I keep the-
Ho, ho, hold up, should I say that?
I'm battlin' a vet
They give out governments and where you stay at
But it's just to serve you subpoenas, not put in the work and get no pay back
And bitch this is Banned so pussy nigga we don't play that
I stay strapped, go relay that
Cause I'm off in the streets, and the bright lights of our Summer Madness, meant you was lackin' or weak
I could [?], leave him with the Mark Of The Beast
But ayo Smack, BAOW!
That's for not knowin' how to market a beast
All this a feast
Terry O, the Jakkanese, nigga P, optics is sweet
The scope on K-Shine, but this one down to a T
It was him or me, so I ain't slept
Fuck NWX, that's on the set
I'm goin' out with my hands behind my back pussy, not across my chest
Cause this is where we style a bit, with violent shit
I'm big brimming, Amish shit
And I pass the bill to kill T (tea) Party, I'm a lobbyist
BLAH to this, the bullet will send him up, or pick him up or sit him down
Cause with this gun I told Tuna it's drip or dry
Fuckin' clowin, I ain't gracious, you a dub homie, the snub on me
I chalaka BOO, then get rid of T (tee), his blood on it
Duh homie, we throw him overboard and keep kickin'
Cause what I adore he need mo-
Man someone tell Tuna to keep swimming
I'm deep wit' it, and it's nothin' but sticks and drums and these frequencies giving
Guessin' my stereotype will cut big fish audio when these bare with him
Man listen, two arms spinnin', I'll dance with 'em
Through muddy waters, hands round Tuna neck, I'm hillbilly hand fishin'
See it's fuck the Bulls, the Bears, they Cubs and Harold's Chicken
Fuck Common, Jennifer Hudson and R. Kelly since he piss on bitches
Fuck Lupe Fiasco cause Mickey Factz and Daylyt 'Kick, Push' on his nuts all the time
And fuck Kanye West cause if slavery was a choice so was his mother dyin'
Fuck that nigga that shot you, nah let's give him a round of applause
Matter of fact, it's fuck that nigga, I was right the first time cause he ain't finish the job
Fuck Michael Jordan, nah nah, it's fuck Chicago, you niggas took him
And fuck Oprah Winfrey cause none of my seats came with a gift or a cushion
Look I'm movin' with visions, I shoot with persistence
Y'all wanna know what's consistent?
If there's one fishy nigga round you, usually there's a school of them bitches
But I got my gun so hold still, pulled out his whip
I'm so skilled, this cold steel BAOW, made it the first time we seen Tuna as road kill
Oh well, he got shot
It's either karma or bad luck
.357 with the deuce deuce in the mix, it add up
Spaz what? Cause four 150 I got a white boy that'll smash him
Y'all don't peep the Jakkanese, we all know Tuna go well with bread and crackers
It's 2 K's for you actors, three in Traffic
I got the dead eye
And y'all ain't never seen T on the back of a guy like this, and you should be scared not
Yeah, I heard you been praisin' him a lot
And I give you dead props
Just wanna let you know your doctor fix everything too
Baow, except a headshot
Rap nigga
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