[Round 1: Snake Eyez]
Fuck the coin! I'm goin' first
Let's go, I'm goin' first
Y'all ready?
Ayo...
I said, y'all niggas think I give a fuck about them faceoffs?
Talkin' 'bout bitches I popped or how I live wit' my pops?
You coulda got less anger
Fuck your NYB army
I'm your death-claimer, lead-banger
'Cause no matter how you suited, you still die: Craig Sager
Nobody gave a fuck about you, Hoffa
Gimme dumb cred
As far as URL, you were slumped dead
Fuck what you once said
I won that poll wit' Hollow, Clips, and Mook
That's how we bumped heads
So I'm the reason you on this Cam', cousin
But now I ain't stoppin' 'til it's Bloodshed!
I watched Showoff and K whip yo' ass
And you elite? Stop
You had your time, moment to shine
Let the young G's rock
Yo' last battle, you was fumblin' all over the place, but you let heat cock!?
"Headshot" what? You couldn't even aim at T-Top!
You 40, still tryna thug in battles
Wearin' "Pac Juice", embarrassin' 'Pac name with such apparel
Brand-new pump, I'll fuck up your features if I dump it at you
Meanin' I'll show you a different Method, Man, wit' this 'Double Barrel'!
The last time you jotted anything that we considered hot
Came at Double Impact when Cortez fucked up the Milly Rock
The steel'll pop, then dish it off
Am I bein' direct? I ain't for the flexin'
Cable cord 'round his neck...we see shit from different sides of the Spectrum
Your bitch, you won't have Time to warn her (Warner)
I'll find out where she work at all over your dirt, Math
It's fucked up when your bitch get rocked, and she don't deserve that
And you get that call
Kyrie Irving: it got your Earth flat
I been doin' this, it's not pretend
I'm a boss, I don't follow trends
I'll reach for the ankle like I did Mack - you tryna copy him!?
We could not be friends!
Slip on a mask, grab a gun
Cal' in his face like, "Do you remember Summer Madness 1?"
Tragic, son!
I told him "Jump" if he feel edgy
Before URL the Champions League, I was in the field ready
Mill' heavy
Big blade to his liver pool (Liverpool), or the shotta leave his top lyin' ill, messy (Lionel Messi)
Every nigga get it the same
Fuck the Fancy talk, I'm wit' all action
Big pole, longer than the neck on Braxton!
I don't care if you at a family function, the whole room get steamed
And what's the Aunt Helen husband name?
I even brought somethin' for your Junior, King!
But let him tell it, you on the block wit' the killas
Solidified your spot wit' gorillas
'Til some shells flyin' at ya
Everybody a animal from the safari 'til they get held at gunpoint, then they cryin' after
I'll let you choose how it go
It's on you - hell, I know you too well
Tranny-lover, Bonnie used to hit your pockets for the new nails
Pop a few shells
But you bitch-made, you'll run from the hammer: Juelz
Shit changed, Justin! You a father, in fact!
Nigel was your man, now it's "Fuck him" in the interview
How you for honorin' that?
Rest in Peace to P80
I give the fans that feel like Arty is back
You the best in the crew? Steppin' to who?
I don't eat pussy, but I'll make an exception for you!
Pussy! You been bitch!
Is you retarded, Math!? I'll leave your wig split!
But since you brokenhearted, I got a Hollow you could reminisce wit'!
I bang on him!
I gotta sic Juice
Nah, I gotta split Juice
You call yourself "Madara Uchi-Hoff"? Well, I'm Hashirama Senju
Why would they send you!?
I need that old Math wit' the durag
"I did a lot for you niggas"
The "pop, pop", the "dot-dot-dot for you niggas"
But it wouldn't matter - still gon' be the total opposite, nigga
Rip Hamilton: I keep the mask when I don't need the shit, but ain't no tellin' when I'mma rob me a nigga
So what you wanna do?
You ain't got bars like that
You got the trashest style, you smoke Black & Milds
You hold the cigar like that
(*Snake Eyez imitates holding a cigar up to his mouth in between his index and middle fingers*)
So y'all try not to fall as-
Nah, fuck that, I been wit' it
I framed your casket, now it's time to get in it
Trailer to the middle of nowhere, pull a big Biscuit
Came from the Darkside: niggas thought Brizz did it
Factz Gang, nigga
Round 1, man
Fuck the coin! I'm goin' first
Let's go, I'm goin' first
Y'all ready?
Ayo...
I said, y'all niggas think I give a fuck about them faceoffs?
Talkin' 'bout bitches I popped or how I live wit' my pops?
You coulda got less anger
Fuck your NYB army
I'm your death-claimer, lead-banger
'Cause no matter how you suited, you still die: Craig Sager
Nobody gave a fuck about you, Hoffa
Gimme dumb cred
As far as URL, you were slumped dead
Fuck what you once said
I won that poll wit' Hollow, Clips, and Mook
That's how we bumped heads
So I'm the reason you on this Cam', cousin
But now I ain't stoppin' 'til it's Bloodshed!
I watched Showoff and K whip yo' ass
And you elite? Stop
You had your time, moment to shine
Let the young G's rock
Yo' last battle, you was fumblin' all over the place, but you let heat cock!?
"Headshot" what? You couldn't even aim at T-Top!
You 40, still tryna thug in battles
Wearin' "Pac Juice", embarrassin' 'Pac name with such apparel
Brand-new pump, I'll fuck up your features if I dump it at you
Meanin' I'll show you a different Method, Man, wit' this 'Double Barrel'!
The last time you jotted anything that we considered hot
Came at Double Impact when Cortez fucked up the Milly Rock
The steel'll pop, then dish it off
Am I bein' direct? I ain't for the flexin'
Cable cord 'round his neck...we see shit from different sides of the Spectrum
Your bitch, you won't have Time to warn her (Warner)
I'll find out where she work at all over your dirt, Math
It's fucked up when your bitch get rocked, and she don't deserve that
And you get that call
Kyrie Irving: it got your Earth flat
I been doin' this, it's not pretend
I'm a boss, I don't follow trends
I'll reach for the ankle like I did Mack - you tryna copy him!?
We could not be friends!
Slip on a mask, grab a gun
Cal' in his face like, "Do you remember Summer Madness 1?"
Tragic, son!
I told him "Jump" if he feel edgy
Before URL the Champions League, I was in the field ready
Mill' heavy
Big blade to his liver pool (Liverpool), or the shotta leave his top lyin' ill, messy (Lionel Messi)
Every nigga get it the same
Fuck the Fancy talk, I'm wit' all action
Big pole, longer than the neck on Braxton!
I don't care if you at a family function, the whole room get steamed
And what's the Aunt Helen husband name?
I even brought somethin' for your Junior, King!
But let him tell it, you on the block wit' the killas
Solidified your spot wit' gorillas
'Til some shells flyin' at ya
Everybody a animal from the safari 'til they get held at gunpoint, then they cryin' after
I'll let you choose how it go
It's on you - hell, I know you too well
Tranny-lover, Bonnie used to hit your pockets for the new nails
Pop a few shells
But you bitch-made, you'll run from the hammer: Juelz
Shit changed, Justin! You a father, in fact!
Nigel was your man, now it's "Fuck him" in the interview
How you for honorin' that?
Rest in Peace to P80
I give the fans that feel like Arty is back
You the best in the crew? Steppin' to who?
I don't eat pussy, but I'll make an exception for you!
Pussy! You been bitch!
Is you retarded, Math!? I'll leave your wig split!
But since you brokenhearted, I got a Hollow you could reminisce wit'!
I bang on him!
I gotta sic Juice
Nah, I gotta split Juice
You call yourself "Madara Uchi-Hoff"? Well, I'm Hashirama Senju
Why would they send you!?
I need that old Math wit' the durag
"I did a lot for you niggas"
The "pop, pop", the "dot-dot-dot for you niggas"
But it wouldn't matter - still gon' be the total opposite, nigga
Rip Hamilton: I keep the mask when I don't need the shit, but ain't no tellin' when I'mma rob me a nigga
So what you wanna do?
You ain't got bars like that
You got the trashest style, you smoke Black & Milds
You hold the cigar like that
(*Snake Eyez imitates holding a cigar up to his mouth in between his index and middle fingers*)
So y'all try not to fall as-
Nah, fuck that, I been wit' it
I framed your casket, now it's time to get in it
Trailer to the middle of nowhere, pull a big Biscuit
Came from the Darkside: niggas thought Brizz did it
Factz Gang, nigga
Round 1, man
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