[Round 1: Mike P]
I said we got Mike P versus Rum Nitty...but not really
The plot be thick
So fuck you and all your dick ridin' fans that will vote for you and not even watch the shit
I ain't worried 'bout this battle
Pussy, in a real one I would rock ya shit
You is original, punch pivotal
'Til you Nu Jerzey Twork, Tay Roc(k)ed ya shit
Fuck that bitch
[?] you
Busta move, steal his style
You went from a one-dimensional square to a Rubix Cube
Tit for tat wit' me? That's a foolish move
You got one round, shoot wisely
Don't turn this battle to Russian Roulette rules
First Tay, now you, I'm killin' one Roc(k) with two stones
You ranked high with brass material, but on the inside you're fool's gold
A .45, a .45, I doubled up, then blew those
I blacked out, spilled Nitty blood, I made Rum two (too) toned
And you? Bro, what happened to ya Cassidy battle?
I heard the stage was set and y'all suppose to actually battle
But you ain't true to this league
Cats talk like URL blocked what?
You got zero loyalty to the brand
You flew to Canada chasin' a hot buck
This pussy opened his legs for King Of The Dot and got FUCKED
.9 tucked
Bullets nitpickin' (Nit' picking), they found him worthy
He drove away, I fired shots, entire shots, and tires shot
Leg? Found in jerseys
At the funeral, spottin' every woman in ya family I'm tryin' to pound some birdies
At the eulogy, ya mother tellin' everyone, "Nitty gritty" well now he's six feet, down and dirty
Evil
I would stay on Earth after a rapture blew a .40
Top red (read) like Parappa The Rapper
You want action? Get baked, there'll be a massacre after
The beast barrin' him in a box, I'm an animal, cracker
Fuckin' bull pit targetin' a little bitch barkin'
Full clip cartridge on a bullshit artist
This time is mine, you gon' name flip cause you can't last rhyme for rhyme
All these death stories, in the bio, not only will they read I killed you, I survived
Think P playin'
Sick as me, I let the heat sprayin'
Knuckle up, one punch you buckle up, ya knees cave in
Whole team pussy, I could give a shit what he's sayin'
You gon' live with cartoons in the background like RZA DJ'ing
But I, differ the skills shit between us
Nah, on some ill shit with beans, a mil' lit
Peel shit, BANG
For real trip to Jesus
I got head from ya mom's sister
Her M.O.? P (M.O.P.), that bitch can lick the penis
She allergic to not suckin' my dick, your auntie hits the meanest (antihistamine)
I fake a drug deal with Nitty
16 ounces I lay it down for you
Three for one special, a pound for you, a pound for you, a pound .4 you
I spark blickers, off get ya, parkin' ya, [?]
Rum got me fucked up...there's somethin' 'bout me and dark liquor
Crazy art
Either the 4-5 split 'em or a .380 spark
You a Hustle? Big bullet right in the lady parts
They yell, "Stop shootin' Mike!"
But blame Nitty he made me dark
The kid can't stop clickin' on it; 'Baby Shark'
Nitty!
Keep comin' with that lost mentality
Ya ignorance is leadin' to ya loss in salary
You here, to act like you still a boss and battle me
I'm here, to say none of this shit matters cause I'll fuck you up on a real stage
Time
I said we got Mike P versus Rum Nitty...but not really
The plot be thick
So fuck you and all your dick ridin' fans that will vote for you and not even watch the shit
I ain't worried 'bout this battle
Pussy, in a real one I would rock ya shit
You is original, punch pivotal
'Til you Nu Jerzey Twork, Tay Roc(k)ed ya shit
Fuck that bitch
[?] you
Busta move, steal his style
You went from a one-dimensional square to a Rubix Cube
Tit for tat wit' me? That's a foolish move
You got one round, shoot wisely
Don't turn this battle to Russian Roulette rules
First Tay, now you, I'm killin' one Roc(k) with two stones
You ranked high with brass material, but on the inside you're fool's gold
A .45, a .45, I doubled up, then blew those
I blacked out, spilled Nitty blood, I made Rum two (too) toned
And you? Bro, what happened to ya Cassidy battle?
I heard the stage was set and y'all suppose to actually battle
But you ain't true to this league
Cats talk like URL blocked what?
You got zero loyalty to the brand
You flew to Canada chasin' a hot buck
This pussy opened his legs for King Of The Dot and got FUCKED
.9 tucked
Bullets nitpickin' (Nit' picking), they found him worthy
He drove away, I fired shots, entire shots, and tires shot
Leg? Found in jerseys
At the funeral, spottin' every woman in ya family I'm tryin' to pound some birdies
At the eulogy, ya mother tellin' everyone, "Nitty gritty" well now he's six feet, down and dirty
Evil
I would stay on Earth after a rapture blew a .40
Top red (read) like Parappa The Rapper
You want action? Get baked, there'll be a massacre after
The beast barrin' him in a box, I'm an animal, cracker
Fuckin' bull pit targetin' a little bitch barkin'
Full clip cartridge on a bullshit artist
This time is mine, you gon' name flip cause you can't last rhyme for rhyme
All these death stories, in the bio, not only will they read I killed you, I survived
Think P playin'
Sick as me, I let the heat sprayin'
Knuckle up, one punch you buckle up, ya knees cave in
Whole team pussy, I could give a shit what he's sayin'
You gon' live with cartoons in the background like RZA DJ'ing
But I, differ the skills shit between us
Nah, on some ill shit with beans, a mil' lit
Peel shit, BANG
For real trip to Jesus
I got head from ya mom's sister
Her M.O.? P (M.O.P.), that bitch can lick the penis
She allergic to not suckin' my dick, your auntie hits the meanest (antihistamine)
I fake a drug deal with Nitty
16 ounces I lay it down for you
Three for one special, a pound for you, a pound for you, a pound .4 you
I spark blickers, off get ya, parkin' ya, [?]
Rum got me fucked up...there's somethin' 'bout me and dark liquor
Crazy art
Either the 4-5 split 'em or a .380 spark
You a Hustle? Big bullet right in the lady parts
They yell, "Stop shootin' Mike!"
But blame Nitty he made me dark
The kid can't stop clickin' on it; 'Baby Shark'
Nitty!
Keep comin' with that lost mentality
Ya ignorance is leadin' to ya loss in salary
You here, to act like you still a boss and battle me
I'm here, to say none of this shit matters cause I'll fuck you up on a real stage
Time
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