[Round 1: 100 Bulletz]
100 Bulletz vs Julian Carter, lets set it off with facts
Every battle he gon’ knock you out, lil’ boy talkin’ smack
Try swingin’ at my home base, that’s foul right off the bat
I will drop the gloves an’ son Carter… no hockey scrap
You lost to T-Dubb O; I put O in a bag! Dubb sacks
Left that Crip leakin red, now he safe where Bloods at
The Tommy for this Rugrat; No car seat but son strapped
Toe to toe, J’s getting’ stepped on like the clubs packed
Faggoty Twirls… he does that: gave Calicoe… a sponge bath
Jay, you are ass! I see that’s somethin’ I gotta run back
“J-u-r-a-s-s-i-c,” spelled Jurassic for this dumb ass
Cuz this Raptor City, we boo Carter every time he come back!
I’ll snatch Jay J’s, for Good Times, arms clappin’… Dynamite
If the Nina singin’ in front of ya crib it won’t be a silent night
The Feds want answers; lookin’ for JC but ain’t findin’ Christ
Cuz I’m speedin of with Jules in the trunk like a diamond heist
Head shot! Bullets follow the beam like a guiding light
Want suicidal I’ll pill (peel), caps in ya mouth, no cyanide
You a buster in the ring, but ain’t no upset this title fight
I’m Don King, puttin’ niggas in da box with an Iron Mic
I’ll bruise Carter with the Cowboy, when this star wars, I kill a clone
Stay schemin’! Long rounds put you to sleep… Chilla Jones
The way he talk like he hella hard, you’d think he caught a felon charge
His Caustic battle’s the closest he ever been to the cell n’ bars
You knew you was getting bodied; you a pessimist loser!
Why? Oh you see why! I see why n’ I see a “L” in ya future!
This dummy don’t get it! I shoulda spelled it out sooner
You cynical; Y-O-U C-Y-N-I-C-A-L in ya future
They didn’t stop you at the border, that’s the reason you lost
Read the bible; you know what happens when JC get across?
Jesus Christ, keep talkin’ bout the masses you lead
You gettin’ nailed with the hammer, for the trash that you said
Judas me, you get left hangin’, gaspin for breath
N’ this time JC ain’t comin’ back from the dead
100 Bulletz vs Julian Carter, lets set it off with facts
Every battle he gon’ knock you out, lil’ boy talkin’ smack
Try swingin’ at my home base, that’s foul right off the bat
I will drop the gloves an’ son Carter… no hockey scrap
You lost to T-Dubb O; I put O in a bag! Dubb sacks
Left that Crip leakin red, now he safe where Bloods at
The Tommy for this Rugrat; No car seat but son strapped
Toe to toe, J’s getting’ stepped on like the clubs packed
Faggoty Twirls… he does that: gave Calicoe… a sponge bath
Jay, you are ass! I see that’s somethin’ I gotta run back
“J-u-r-a-s-s-i-c,” spelled Jurassic for this dumb ass
Cuz this Raptor City, we boo Carter every time he come back!
I’ll snatch Jay J’s, for Good Times, arms clappin’… Dynamite
If the Nina singin’ in front of ya crib it won’t be a silent night
The Feds want answers; lookin’ for JC but ain’t findin’ Christ
Cuz I’m speedin of with Jules in the trunk like a diamond heist
Head shot! Bullets follow the beam like a guiding light
Want suicidal I’ll pill (peel), caps in ya mouth, no cyanide
You a buster in the ring, but ain’t no upset this title fight
I’m Don King, puttin’ niggas in da box with an Iron Mic
I’ll bruise Carter with the Cowboy, when this star wars, I kill a clone
Stay schemin’! Long rounds put you to sleep… Chilla Jones
The way he talk like he hella hard, you’d think he caught a felon charge
His Caustic battle’s the closest he ever been to the cell n’ bars
You knew you was getting bodied; you a pessimist loser!
Why? Oh you see why! I see why n’ I see a “L” in ya future!
This dummy don’t get it! I shoulda spelled it out sooner
You cynical; Y-O-U C-Y-N-I-C-A-L in ya future
They didn’t stop you at the border, that’s the reason you lost
Read the bible; you know what happens when JC get across?
Jesus Christ, keep talkin’ bout the masses you lead
You gettin’ nailed with the hammer, for the trash that you said
Judas me, you get left hangin’, gaspin for breath
N’ this time JC ain’t comin’ back from the dead
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