[Round 1: E. Ness]
You the poster boy for acne cream
I cut you like a Latin King
You battled Chilla Jones and I ain't hear not one Proactive scheme
I snatch his spleen clean out ya back
You just not cut out for that
A lot of niggas died behind these bars, I'm lil' Alcatraz
I'll leave a knife pokin' out ya head like Alfalfa's back
I'll pull it out and shove it back in, that's a Sour Patch
You the GOAT? How is that?
Pete, take a power nap
I drop an extra rap and ya purse and tell you "holla back"
My trap off Beelzebub, there's nothin' that you can tell a scrub
First time I shot a gun, literally I fell in love
Any court case I ever had came from sellin' drugs
So when you stand in front of Ness it definitely helps ya buzz
They treat you like a sucka Pete, bend over, touch ya feet
They feed you, the burp you, and pat ya back to fuckin' sleep
These bullets go tongue and cheek
Don't care if you a hundred deep, the whistles gon' beep
Do you wanna beef or do you wanna Tweet?
Diabetic, nothin' sweet
These slugs don't come for cheap
This Eagle don't hit you, this Hawk gon' keep you company
Birds of a feather? You know they flock together
Like the Vanderbilts, the Duponts and the Rockefellers
Shots fired, man down, I tried to put the can down
Couple niggas ran down, it's glued to my hand now
The Saurus, why you force it? It doesn't come out natural
The flow sounds robotic and it lacks replay value
Dog, you haven't done enough to be compared to one of us
A real vet that battled real opponents not such and such
The fuck is up?
Two of these make you do the hucklebuck
Shuck and jive, these hickeys, they gon' hurt like a motherfuck
You tried to use Grind Time as ya' meal ticket
But they ain't make him top tier, he couldn't deal wit' it
He tried committing suicide, dog deal with it
Lookin' for a league to call home you still fishin'
Ya' face look like a coffee cake
Cigarette; coffee break
Ya' bitch takin' shots to the face more than Charlie Chase
They told me I had you, I said, "Oow, I can hardly wait."
To tell you to your face it's not Carti-aire it's Cartier
If I don't do it, Loco will, all ya' niggas know the drill
Four alarm blaze if he survive then it's overkill
Pop up in ya' city, wreckin' shit like it's Cloverfield
With a gun so big
How big?
I hope it's real
I've been diggin' all night, I got another hole to fill
Today I brought the bars out, but he gon' have the open grill
He try and run, I catch him, stand him up, hold him still
Zangief windmill punch, mixed with Holyfield
The first round was bars, the second round is personal
The third round I grab the chainsaw and get surgical
Round one
You the poster boy for acne cream
I cut you like a Latin King
You battled Chilla Jones and I ain't hear not one Proactive scheme
I snatch his spleen clean out ya back
You just not cut out for that
A lot of niggas died behind these bars, I'm lil' Alcatraz
I'll leave a knife pokin' out ya head like Alfalfa's back
I'll pull it out and shove it back in, that's a Sour Patch
You the GOAT? How is that?
Pete, take a power nap
I drop an extra rap and ya purse and tell you "holla back"
My trap off Beelzebub, there's nothin' that you can tell a scrub
First time I shot a gun, literally I fell in love
Any court case I ever had came from sellin' drugs
So when you stand in front of Ness it definitely helps ya buzz
They treat you like a sucka Pete, bend over, touch ya feet
They feed you, the burp you, and pat ya back to fuckin' sleep
These bullets go tongue and cheek
Don't care if you a hundred deep, the whistles gon' beep
Do you wanna beef or do you wanna Tweet?
Diabetic, nothin' sweet
These slugs don't come for cheap
This Eagle don't hit you, this Hawk gon' keep you company
Birds of a feather? You know they flock together
Like the Vanderbilts, the Duponts and the Rockefellers
Shots fired, man down, I tried to put the can down
Couple niggas ran down, it's glued to my hand now
The Saurus, why you force it? It doesn't come out natural
The flow sounds robotic and it lacks replay value
Dog, you haven't done enough to be compared to one of us
A real vet that battled real opponents not such and such
The fuck is up?
Two of these make you do the hucklebuck
Shuck and jive, these hickeys, they gon' hurt like a motherfuck
You tried to use Grind Time as ya' meal ticket
But they ain't make him top tier, he couldn't deal wit' it
He tried committing suicide, dog deal with it
Lookin' for a league to call home you still fishin'
Ya' face look like a coffee cake
Cigarette; coffee break
Ya' bitch takin' shots to the face more than Charlie Chase
They told me I had you, I said, "Oow, I can hardly wait."
To tell you to your face it's not Carti-aire it's Cartier
If I don't do it, Loco will, all ya' niggas know the drill
Four alarm blaze if he survive then it's overkill
Pop up in ya' city, wreckin' shit like it's Cloverfield
With a gun so big
How big?
I hope it's real
I've been diggin' all night, I got another hole to fill
Today I brought the bars out, but he gon' have the open grill
He try and run, I catch him, stand him up, hold him still
Zangief windmill punch, mixed with Holyfield
The first round was bars, the second round is personal
The third round I grab the chainsaw and get surgical
Round one
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