[Round 1: King Jables]
I was at the crib, discussin' Reez', just debatin'
My young reckless homie said "I'mma leave just to bake him."
That street justice
I told him, "Be fuckin' patient."
I said, "If Ree' sus, he gon' need resuscitation."
So keep fuckin' playin' like Mitchell wit' the shit
I'll 'Let It Go', he Frozen watchin' his princess get a clip
Aye, but first, let me tell you more about this pistol that I grip
Reezy...nah, Weezy
(*chk-chk*) It clicks and then it spits!
Or I could hit you from a cliff!
Fuckin' bury him, too
You fishy little bitch, I got the aerial (Ariel) view
And it's an operating table they preparin' for dude
If you fail to deliver, Reez' (deliveries), wе Caesarean you
Usually I love this shit, you got mе barely amused
So I'mma rock you until you all type of various blues
No Country For Old Men, I'm airin' the tool
This AR on my-
Nah, the mill'll tear Reez' (militaries) in two!
I'm very confused! Am I alone!?
You dyin', homes!
They said, "URL givin' plates out!" and I got Styrofoam!?
I buy a chrome!
He be in a box with his whore beside him
One casket, Reez' in (reason) wit' this bitch like, "Shorty wildin'."
He be rappin' 'bout forest drivin'
I'm more, uh, violent
Rearrangin' body parts at the morgue and vibin': reorganizin'
Aye, the cops show up? They finna say what he needs is Jesus
'Cause I chopped him up
All they findin' of Reez' is (Reese's) Pieces
You not as tough as you like to think, so stop the stuff
'Fore I'll take you to a cliff like, "I'll drop you!" - it's not a bluff!
Too much of his skin was missin'! He don't got enough!
J's perfect, in mint condition, you ain't gon' spot a scuff
I could throw a dagger from long-range, the shot was clutch
You ain't gon' smoke shit
Tryna roll up, but forgot the dutch
The list of shit that you good for just says "Not for much"
You pussy, so it's over, Reez' (ovaries)
You don't got the guts!
You gon' bleed, pimpin'!
It's 'bout to be victims risin'
I get creative with it, the King's improvisin'
They gon' make sure your tux fit wit' the pieces they findin'
They gon' put him back together and have Ree' sent to sizing (resynthesizing)
And that's King shit, man
I was at the crib, discussin' Reez', just debatin'
My young reckless homie said "I'mma leave just to bake him."
That street justice
I told him, "Be fuckin' patient."
I said, "If Ree' sus, he gon' need resuscitation."
So keep fuckin' playin' like Mitchell wit' the shit
I'll 'Let It Go', he Frozen watchin' his princess get a clip
Aye, but first, let me tell you more about this pistol that I grip
Reezy...nah, Weezy
(*chk-chk*) It clicks and then it spits!
Or I could hit you from a cliff!
Fuckin' bury him, too
You fishy little bitch, I got the aerial (Ariel) view
And it's an operating table they preparin' for dude
If you fail to deliver, Reez' (deliveries), wе Caesarean you
Usually I love this shit, you got mе barely amused
So I'mma rock you until you all type of various blues
No Country For Old Men, I'm airin' the tool
This AR on my-
Nah, the mill'll tear Reez' (militaries) in two!
I'm very confused! Am I alone!?
You dyin', homes!
They said, "URL givin' plates out!" and I got Styrofoam!?
I buy a chrome!
He be in a box with his whore beside him
One casket, Reez' in (reason) wit' this bitch like, "Shorty wildin'."
He be rappin' 'bout forest drivin'
I'm more, uh, violent
Rearrangin' body parts at the morgue and vibin': reorganizin'
Aye, the cops show up? They finna say what he needs is Jesus
'Cause I chopped him up
All they findin' of Reez' is (Reese's) Pieces
You not as tough as you like to think, so stop the stuff
'Fore I'll take you to a cliff like, "I'll drop you!" - it's not a bluff!
Too much of his skin was missin'! He don't got enough!
J's perfect, in mint condition, you ain't gon' spot a scuff
I could throw a dagger from long-range, the shot was clutch
You ain't gon' smoke shit
Tryna roll up, but forgot the dutch
The list of shit that you good for just says "Not for much"
You pussy, so it's over, Reez' (ovaries)
You don't got the guts!
You gon' bleed, pimpin'!
It's 'bout to be victims risin'
I get creative with it, the King's improvisin'
They gon' make sure your tux fit wit' the pieces they findin'
They gon' put him back together and have Ree' sent to sizing (resynthesizing)
And that's King shit, man
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