[Round 1: Mr. Wavy]
It took him a while to accept this battle, ain't no applaud for him
Those of y'all watchin' at home, this when the Lord callin'
The irony, y'all had to make an online purchase
Well, now y'all 'bout to see what I got in store for him
Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen" for?
I'll cut Brizz, then serve Rawsteen raw
This a tragedy
Any nigga get in my way become a casualty
Matter fact, let's bring that picture to life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, like a shadow be
Rattle me
Got me workin' around all of these scrubs: Grey's Anatomy
It's lit for him!
I'm the fire hittin' the gasoline
Line him up, I send right through him, like the bladder clean
Shatter things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too long: grab the magazine!
Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
Eyes squinted like the Japanese
Fuck it! I could do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit, now you the next in the faculty
Don't be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me"
Man up!
It's war time? We movin' rapidly
But I'll grab that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the remote need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be what it have to be
It's a strategy
Arm off the waist, now the ladder free
Watch him get served over the 'Net: Andre Agassi!
You fuckin' gah-bage!
You barely above fuckin' average
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as dangerous as a couple laughin'...
Look at your fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a lucky bastard!
See, your moms was a fiend
Your pops nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't even know his name
We don't know his fuckin' status!
My gloves off! Fuck yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each line directed at you
These punches gon' be Everlastin'!
I'm wit' the action!
I'll grip the four off the waist...
Condom broke: shit lookin' like I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the shits
Since Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all make me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin' hits
Whoever says me chicken gotta be talkin' an Asian dish
I made the script
Don't believe in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, copy that, like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll make a wish
I ain't ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I gotta take a wrist (risk)
But y'all tough?
I never get star-struck by y'all fucks
Dirty niggas, just come outside, don't even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast wit' anyone that y'all dial up
Child, what?
He been on a Volume before? That's why y'all fooled
Dawg food
I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms
Play wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my mission is a meal
If Raw food around, think cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you ain't support your brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you ain't support your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed your bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the group that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Bobby Brown in New Edition!
You only battle top names 'cause you got a top name stampin' him
Who ampin' him?
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me battlin' a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I hold my weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie don't even love you
That nigga love Troy
You Tay Roc dutch boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs press him
I'll take his bottom half off and say, "Keep steppin'"
Each weapon, hit his gut, open him up: this shit a C-section!
Behead him!
Keep flexin'
I'll keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section!
Another nigga they gon' bring in to try to take my crown
No, you'se a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down
That's Round 1
You know I came to chalk him out
I'll look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!
It took him a while to accept this battle, ain't no applaud for him
Those of y'all watchin' at home, this when the Lord callin'
The irony, y'all had to make an online purchase
Well, now y'all 'bout to see what I got in store for him
Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen" for?
I'll cut Brizz, then serve Rawsteen raw
This a tragedy
Any nigga get in my way become a casualty
Matter fact, let's bring that picture to life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, like a shadow be
Rattle me
Got me workin' around all of these scrubs: Grey's Anatomy
It's lit for him!
I'm the fire hittin' the gasoline
Line him up, I send right through him, like the bladder clean
Shatter things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too long: grab the magazine!
Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
Eyes squinted like the Japanese
Fuck it! I could do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit, now you the next in the faculty
Don't be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me"
Man up!
It's war time? We movin' rapidly
But I'll grab that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the remote need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be what it have to be
It's a strategy
Arm off the waist, now the ladder free
Watch him get served over the 'Net: Andre Agassi!
You fuckin' gah-bage!
You barely above fuckin' average
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as dangerous as a couple laughin'...
Look at your fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a lucky bastard!
See, your moms was a fiend
Your pops nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't even know his name
We don't know his fuckin' status!
My gloves off! Fuck yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each line directed at you
These punches gon' be Everlastin'!
I'm wit' the action!
I'll grip the four off the waist...
Condom broke: shit lookin' like I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the shits
Since Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all make me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin' hits
Whoever says me chicken gotta be talkin' an Asian dish
I made the script
Don't believe in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, copy that, like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll make a wish
I ain't ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I gotta take a wrist (risk)
But y'all tough?
I never get star-struck by y'all fucks
Dirty niggas, just come outside, don't even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast wit' anyone that y'all dial up
Child, what?
He been on a Volume before? That's why y'all fooled
Dawg food
I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms
Play wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my mission is a meal
If Raw food around, think cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you ain't support your brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you ain't support your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed your bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the group that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Bobby Brown in New Edition!
You only battle top names 'cause you got a top name stampin' him
Who ampin' him?
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me battlin' a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I hold my weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie don't even love you
That nigga love Troy
You Tay Roc dutch boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs press him
I'll take his bottom half off and say, "Keep steppin'"
Each weapon, hit his gut, open him up: this shit a C-section!
Behead him!
Keep flexin'
I'll keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section!
Another nigga they gon' bring in to try to take my crown
No, you'se a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down
That's Round 1
You know I came to chalk him out
I'll look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!
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