[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
First off Marlon, your ain't my mans nigga... how Goodz say it?
They got me battling a skateboard Vans nigga
Tsunami Surf through, the whole Lou' will get wet up
If III really sick, them hollow tips like Vicks, open that chest up
You that long hair pretty boy brother of Chance type of real That bitch with a lot of pubic hair in her pants type of ill, EEEWWW!
Wouldn't know what to do with a Desert, you ain't never got your heater on
And Nelly song the only time you "Get your Eagle On"
In the mirror, boy shorts and a beater on
Lip gloss popping, stanky legging to a Trina song
You make yo ass clap, I let make lead blam
Boy I'll put yo head in a box like webcam
His little sister in the Chevy, just face when she neck me
No hands, in the hood we call her Bluetooth Becky
Spit that comedian shit, tell me how you let your 'matic blow
But how you handle this 100 round chopper he couldn't handle a Calicoe?
We Mobb Deep, get our ride on, they get they hide on
Apple sweet, Ill wouldn't touch a iPhone
Everybody your homie and everybody your brother
I body them bodies nobody will be crying but your mother
Dwayne Wade, 3 from my Heat, a drop 30
This Mac all black, no joke it ain't Bernie
You a Ray J fan and a Aye Verb lover
Toughest nigga in Midwest is Aye Verb mother
Find out where he live, walking, simply get to sparking
Them assumed he was really sick
Cause everybody in that bitch got the coffin/to coughing
If you a boss then send your team
And I'm a send back something to knock everything out of anything
Your songs a never sell, your image will never blow up
I trip and put III in a bag like throw up
No braces, make him bite that steel
They find him in the freezer, I'll icepack III
Like a truck I breaker breaker with one nine, then **drum roll noise**
It sound like a drum line hit his front line....
Easy
First off Marlon, your ain't my mans nigga... how Goodz say it?
They got me battling a skateboard Vans nigga
Tsunami Surf through, the whole Lou' will get wet up
If III really sick, them hollow tips like Vicks, open that chest up
You that long hair pretty boy brother of Chance type of real That bitch with a lot of pubic hair in her pants type of ill, EEEWWW!
Wouldn't know what to do with a Desert, you ain't never got your heater on
And Nelly song the only time you "Get your Eagle On"
In the mirror, boy shorts and a beater on
Lip gloss popping, stanky legging to a Trina song
You make yo ass clap, I let make lead blam
Boy I'll put yo head in a box like webcam
His little sister in the Chevy, just face when she neck me
No hands, in the hood we call her Bluetooth Becky
Spit that comedian shit, tell me how you let your 'matic blow
But how you handle this 100 round chopper he couldn't handle a Calicoe?
We Mobb Deep, get our ride on, they get they hide on
Apple sweet, Ill wouldn't touch a iPhone
Everybody your homie and everybody your brother
I body them bodies nobody will be crying but your mother
Dwayne Wade, 3 from my Heat, a drop 30
This Mac all black, no joke it ain't Bernie
You a Ray J fan and a Aye Verb lover
Toughest nigga in Midwest is Aye Verb mother
Find out where he live, walking, simply get to sparking
Them assumed he was really sick
Cause everybody in that bitch got the coffin/to coughing
If you a boss then send your team
And I'm a send back something to knock everything out of anything
Your songs a never sell, your image will never blow up
I trip and put III in a bag like throw up
No braces, make him bite that steel
They find him in the freezer, I'll icepack III
Like a truck I breaker breaker with one nine, then **drum roll noise**
It sound like a drum line hit his front line....
Easy
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