[Round 1: Burke Bucs]
I thought you retired, faggot!
Timberland boots wit’ the gum on the bottom
Stomp dog shit out him, then check the boot to make sure Nunn (none) on the bottom
I know how to work wit’ it
I squirt triggers, hurt niggas
Hit Nun(n) in his head, he thinkin’ of church bitches
I don’t care if his daughter and son love him
Kill the whole house and make sure I leave none of ‘em
Grams, wifey, kids all stuffed in one oven
Twelve holes in him: I’ll turn Nunn (none) to one dozen
All you gon’ hear is somethin’ die
I ain’t gettin’ caught, your body I wanna hide
Aye, Roc, you know how an abandoned house be boarded up? Nunn (none) inside!
Nunn’ll die
Or how ‘bout when Black people call the police and none arrive?
Just like that, when you call the police, Nunn arrive!
I call my guns “twin Reginas”
The shots never run out when I get the lick
Regina Hall and Regina King: both the .40s get the dick
If I slide up like Usher and have it ‘My Way’
It’s gon’ be a Scary Movie on that Friday
I’m wit’ the shits, the biscuit lit
His face light up on some Christmas shit
And I’ll let that bitch dump in your face - you look like you on some kinky shit
He ain’t got enough, his name Nunn
There’s no bullets in this lame gun
I’ll take the clip out, put the one in his head in his head
If I miss, ain’t none
.38, this bitch 30 and 0: it never missed none (Nunn)
I dump TECs
Hit his stomach, kidney, heart, and lung next
This shit’ll push everything out: won’t be none (Nunn) left
Ave killed you, soldier
You should be demoted from battle rapper to blunt roller
All facts! He a bum, or I’m trippin’?
State Prop’, headshot: now he can roll up drippin’
I said...fuck...fuck…
Ayo, I said...fuck, man
…Fuck, I said, Nunn’ll get slapped wit’ the .40
Shit wide open, somethin’ gory
I mean, you can look in and see stories his moms used to tell him as a shorty
Or the .9 clear his mind, this how I’mma send it
Shots everywhere, he update his status every minute
...Fuck…
Jersey…
My shit fucked up
I thought you retired, faggot!
Timberland boots wit’ the gum on the bottom
Stomp dog shit out him, then check the boot to make sure Nunn (none) on the bottom
I know how to work wit’ it
I squirt triggers, hurt niggas
Hit Nun(n) in his head, he thinkin’ of church bitches
I don’t care if his daughter and son love him
Kill the whole house and make sure I leave none of ‘em
Grams, wifey, kids all stuffed in one oven
Twelve holes in him: I’ll turn Nunn (none) to one dozen
All you gon’ hear is somethin’ die
I ain’t gettin’ caught, your body I wanna hide
Aye, Roc, you know how an abandoned house be boarded up? Nunn (none) inside!
Nunn’ll die
Or how ‘bout when Black people call the police and none arrive?
Just like that, when you call the police, Nunn arrive!
I call my guns “twin Reginas”
The shots never run out when I get the lick
Regina Hall and Regina King: both the .40s get the dick
If I slide up like Usher and have it ‘My Way’
It’s gon’ be a Scary Movie on that Friday
I’m wit’ the shits, the biscuit lit
His face light up on some Christmas shit
And I’ll let that bitch dump in your face - you look like you on some kinky shit
He ain’t got enough, his name Nunn
There’s no bullets in this lame gun
I’ll take the clip out, put the one in his head in his head
If I miss, ain’t none
.38, this bitch 30 and 0: it never missed none (Nunn)
I dump TECs
Hit his stomach, kidney, heart, and lung next
This shit’ll push everything out: won’t be none (Nunn) left
Ave killed you, soldier
You should be demoted from battle rapper to blunt roller
All facts! He a bum, or I’m trippin’?
State Prop’, headshot: now he can roll up drippin’
I said...fuck...fuck…
Ayo, I said...fuck, man
…Fuck, I said, Nunn’ll get slapped wit’ the .40
Shit wide open, somethin’ gory
I mean, you can look in and see stories his moms used to tell him as a shorty
Or the .9 clear his mind, this how I’mma send it
Shots everywhere, he update his status every minute
...Fuck…
Jersey…
My shit fucked up
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