[Round 1 – Bigg K]
I did your man 9D real fuckin' dirty
That's why you set this up like this?
You handpick your opponent? Pre-write all that tough guy shit?
And that's cool, but what happened to that footage out in Portland? Somebody cut my shit
Before the third round I told that whole room
Him included, to suck my dick
True story, I was in your city, showin' no respect
In the crowd, spillin' Henny, givin' shoulder checks
I would stretch your whole hood like a cobra neck
Punch your fuckin' face in half
And headlock you 'til the bones connect
This was your idea, I said as long as them bills right
We hung out once or twice—bitch, I know we ain't real tight
But how you ask to battle The Saurus, Ness Lee and 9DM
You know what this feel like?
You set up battles ‘cause you too pussy
To tell people you don't like them in real life
When you was in Scribble Jam
I was in state boots and prison tans
We both rap, but no wrap, I'm a different man
Real rap, I'll lift Illmac through a ceiling fan
And drop money on his grill like a dental plan
Let this faggot teeth bang on the concrete
You're 5'1", I bet your feet hang out the car seat
This right hand knock your ass from Oakland to Long Beach
And you gon' make it to Smack when your nose and my palm meet
Like, "Hey, hater!" – showstopper, face breaker
Throw a haymaker, wake up a day later
With your cap peeled, Mac built like an 8th grader
I will quick-slice your windpipe with a straight razor
You act tough when you rap stuff, play gangster
But you really pussy, that's fake heart: pacemaker
You come from a nice crib in the 'burbs with a gay neighbor
I was runnin' through the fire and rain like James Taylor
'Caine slangers, chain yankers, and gang bangers
Fuck a vet, I'm in this spot for my rep: weight trainer
And I ain't come here to out rap you, just disrespect
So go ahead, spit that nerd shit
For all these nerds, so I can get my check
I did your man 9D real fuckin' dirty
That's why you set this up like this?
You handpick your opponent? Pre-write all that tough guy shit?
And that's cool, but what happened to that footage out in Portland? Somebody cut my shit
Before the third round I told that whole room
Him included, to suck my dick
True story, I was in your city, showin' no respect
In the crowd, spillin' Henny, givin' shoulder checks
I would stretch your whole hood like a cobra neck
Punch your fuckin' face in half
And headlock you 'til the bones connect
This was your idea, I said as long as them bills right
We hung out once or twice—bitch, I know we ain't real tight
But how you ask to battle The Saurus, Ness Lee and 9DM
You know what this feel like?
You set up battles ‘cause you too pussy
To tell people you don't like them in real life
When you was in Scribble Jam
I was in state boots and prison tans
We both rap, but no wrap, I'm a different man
Real rap, I'll lift Illmac through a ceiling fan
And drop money on his grill like a dental plan
Let this faggot teeth bang on the concrete
You're 5'1", I bet your feet hang out the car seat
This right hand knock your ass from Oakland to Long Beach
And you gon' make it to Smack when your nose and my palm meet
Like, "Hey, hater!" – showstopper, face breaker
Throw a haymaker, wake up a day later
With your cap peeled, Mac built like an 8th grader
I will quick-slice your windpipe with a straight razor
You act tough when you rap stuff, play gangster
But you really pussy, that's fake heart: pacemaker
You come from a nice crib in the 'burbs with a gay neighbor
I was runnin' through the fire and rain like James Taylor
'Caine slangers, chain yankers, and gang bangers
Fuck a vet, I'm in this spot for my rep: weight trainer
And I ain't come here to out rap you, just disrespect
So go ahead, spit that nerd shit
For all these nerds, so I can get my check
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