[Round 1: Bigg K]
You know how I know he suck at gambling
And he keeps having to come back here? ‘Cause he had them same Jordans on when he battled DNA last year
This shit is me and Illmac revisited, right?
You gon' spit two rounds of that bullshit
The other round try and give me advice; sprinkle in how you and him took battle rap past limitless heights
And ain't none of that about to save you
From this ass-kicking tonight
If you own a The Saurus CD, you's a motherfucking nerd
You soft ‘cause he soft, that's my motherfucking word
You about to get beat, sleeped, clean sweeped
I'm a butler with the words
Get mopped in the first and second, dusted in the third
Get your jaw touched with a quick jab
Kick, grab, Pete washed up; he get dish-ragged
Pistol getting banged, like a locker in gym class
A clip blast, he gon' need a shit bag and a skin graft
I'm in the hood
Where you ain't posted on the corner not strapped
Bandana on the face, go to war like Iraq
This .40 all black, knock him 40 yards back
Uppercut him through the roof, like Mortal Kombat
You lightweight, this shit is steak dinner to rice cakes
I violate, slice his wife face with a ice skate
That corny ass rap verse' K don't fly straight
I get my moad across, you gon' handle bars 'til the bike break
So Freddy Krueger better tell his son "chill"
I'ma get this dub, see?
With this MAC-10, gon' lift your Chevy up on one wheel
A gun butt will crack the Dezi, but it dump still
Your life ain't worth a bag of Reggie and a BluntVille
I'll smack you in the face with a burner
But you ain't worthy of the bullet, you's a waste of a murder
And if you ever try to play me
I'll toss your baby off the third floor
That bitch scream when I throw it, like a Nerf ball
You got a semi-automatic? I'm coming with a fully
Duct tape, trash bags, a shovel and a pulley
Tell Mr. Two Times Everything he fucking with a bully
And you can take them two rings and shove 'em in your pussy!
You know how I know he suck at gambling
And he keeps having to come back here? ‘Cause he had them same Jordans on when he battled DNA last year
This shit is me and Illmac revisited, right?
You gon' spit two rounds of that bullshit
The other round try and give me advice; sprinkle in how you and him took battle rap past limitless heights
And ain't none of that about to save you
From this ass-kicking tonight
If you own a The Saurus CD, you's a motherfucking nerd
You soft ‘cause he soft, that's my motherfucking word
You about to get beat, sleeped, clean sweeped
I'm a butler with the words
Get mopped in the first and second, dusted in the third
Get your jaw touched with a quick jab
Kick, grab, Pete washed up; he get dish-ragged
Pistol getting banged, like a locker in gym class
A clip blast, he gon' need a shit bag and a skin graft
I'm in the hood
Where you ain't posted on the corner not strapped
Bandana on the face, go to war like Iraq
This .40 all black, knock him 40 yards back
Uppercut him through the roof, like Mortal Kombat
You lightweight, this shit is steak dinner to rice cakes
I violate, slice his wife face with a ice skate
That corny ass rap verse' K don't fly straight
I get my moad across, you gon' handle bars 'til the bike break
So Freddy Krueger better tell his son "chill"
I'ma get this dub, see?
With this MAC-10, gon' lift your Chevy up on one wheel
A gun butt will crack the Dezi, but it dump still
Your life ain't worth a bag of Reggie and a BluntVille
I'll smack you in the face with a burner
But you ain't worthy of the bullet, you's a waste of a murder
And if you ever try to play me
I'll toss your baby off the third floor
That bitch scream when I throw it, like a Nerf ball
You got a semi-automatic? I'm coming with a fully
Duct tape, trash bags, a shovel and a pulley
Tell Mr. Two Times Everything he fucking with a bully
And you can take them two rings and shove 'em in your pussy!
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