[Round 1: Tay Roc]
Smack, look what you got him into
The grave I'ma guide him into
When you die, you better hope that you sent to that God I'm into
If God ask why I did it, I'ma say "God I meant to."
Mad it took me four years to get him I shoulda got him in two
Now you ain't movin' me with your slick talk and struggle stories
I'm nice with this and that, who goin' be trouble for me?
If i swing I'ma connect like you should hustle for me
My gang was bangin', your head was crackin' and now your blood is on me
Test Roc
Get a cracked head and a neck shot
Paralyzed from the neck down, he can't even play his Xbox
Aye! You said you wanna clothesline me?
You will get head locked, DDT'd, leg dropped and X Pac'd
There's wins under my belt you're another
I'll take the strap Sean Paul 'Make It Clap' on a buster, you're a sucker
I don't give a fuck about you or your mother
They say I'm Looney and a maniac (Animaniac) I tried to warn a (Warner) Brother
You're not a crook, think Roc is shook till your top get pushed
I'll get this bitch bagged with the strap, that's a pocket book
Floss on my block chain get snatched, watch get took
You ain't got a hard bone in your body; octopus
Serial number scratched off that's how a Glock should look
This shit freestyle, it spit 16 without the hook
I'm Harley Davidson I could show you how a chopper look
The clip drop out (dropout) it won't get to see how college look
Aye Surf, you disrespect me, no bullshit you
I'ma make you apologize then show you what a .4 give (forgive) you
Thinkin' 'bout touchin' my property? I'll mortgage you
Fuck you need to put it in subtitles or somethin'?
I said touch my property I'ma show you where the morgue get you
Fuck who you battled, stop, you facin' me
Gun Bar King nigga this Roc don't play with me
I catch your daughter on the block this is not her place to be
Then a shell raise (raze) your kid like an adoption agency
If I holler "get him" they all get him, they target him
Bullet hit the glass leave the car spinnin'
No dodgin' 'em, your head Ram on a steering wheel like the Dodge emblem
Two .9's: Nina, Nicki you can ménage (Minaj) with them
They all mention "Roc kill him. Don't let him kill you first
We love your gun bars and we hope you brought millions worth."
You will get murked
Fantastic with the Four you'll get stretched when I flame on, the thing Silver Surf
Roc is dope and anybody that test it knows
Any gun that come with a stock, we invest in those
You'll get shot in your face back of your head explode
When this burner ring it ain't on an electric stove
I said, his kid get Taken we bringing her back to Maryland
I hit Surf like "I know you want her back, what you carrying?
Send me bands or I'ma make a movie and we sharing 'em
You'll see (C) sections missing out your baby like a cesarean."
I run in his place gun on my waist when I'm airin' 'em
I'll put more space in that room then a planetarium
You gang bang what? I'm supposed to be scared of him?
I will have you and your flag hanging off a balcony like I'm proud to be an American
There's a bounty on his head what's the bread worth I'm on his block Limp-ing with a Biscuit; Fred Durst
He get pistol whipped till his head burst
This shit in my hand? From Japan, Tsunami gon' hit it head first
Light Bars!
Smack, look what you got him into
The grave I'ma guide him into
When you die, you better hope that you sent to that God I'm into
If God ask why I did it, I'ma say "God I meant to."
Mad it took me four years to get him I shoulda got him in two
Now you ain't movin' me with your slick talk and struggle stories
I'm nice with this and that, who goin' be trouble for me?
If i swing I'ma connect like you should hustle for me
My gang was bangin', your head was crackin' and now your blood is on me
Test Roc
Get a cracked head and a neck shot
Paralyzed from the neck down, he can't even play his Xbox
Aye! You said you wanna clothesline me?
You will get head locked, DDT'd, leg dropped and X Pac'd
There's wins under my belt you're another
I'll take the strap Sean Paul 'Make It Clap' on a buster, you're a sucker
I don't give a fuck about you or your mother
They say I'm Looney and a maniac (Animaniac) I tried to warn a (Warner) Brother
You're not a crook, think Roc is shook till your top get pushed
I'll get this bitch bagged with the strap, that's a pocket book
Floss on my block chain get snatched, watch get took
You ain't got a hard bone in your body; octopus
Serial number scratched off that's how a Glock should look
This shit freestyle, it spit 16 without the hook
I'm Harley Davidson I could show you how a chopper look
The clip drop out (dropout) it won't get to see how college look
Aye Surf, you disrespect me, no bullshit you
I'ma make you apologize then show you what a .4 give (forgive) you
Thinkin' 'bout touchin' my property? I'll mortgage you
Fuck you need to put it in subtitles or somethin'?
I said touch my property I'ma show you where the morgue get you
Fuck who you battled, stop, you facin' me
Gun Bar King nigga this Roc don't play with me
I catch your daughter on the block this is not her place to be
Then a shell raise (raze) your kid like an adoption agency
If I holler "get him" they all get him, they target him
Bullet hit the glass leave the car spinnin'
No dodgin' 'em, your head Ram on a steering wheel like the Dodge emblem
Two .9's: Nina, Nicki you can ménage (Minaj) with them
They all mention "Roc kill him. Don't let him kill you first
We love your gun bars and we hope you brought millions worth."
You will get murked
Fantastic with the Four you'll get stretched when I flame on, the thing Silver Surf
Roc is dope and anybody that test it knows
Any gun that come with a stock, we invest in those
You'll get shot in your face back of your head explode
When this burner ring it ain't on an electric stove
I said, his kid get Taken we bringing her back to Maryland
I hit Surf like "I know you want her back, what you carrying?
Send me bands or I'ma make a movie and we sharing 'em
You'll see (C) sections missing out your baby like a cesarean."
I run in his place gun on my waist when I'm airin' 'em
I'll put more space in that room then a planetarium
You gang bang what? I'm supposed to be scared of him?
I will have you and your flag hanging off a balcony like I'm proud to be an American
There's a bounty on his head what's the bread worth I'm on his block Limp-ing with a Biscuit; Fred Durst
He get pistol whipped till his head burst
This shit in my hand? From Japan, Tsunami gon' hit it head first
Light Bars!
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