[Round 1: Lu Castro]
Yo, how I hear about this battle from you before Beasley?
I ain't even get a call from him
I hung up that phone, started settin' that trap, then Saw somethin'
Chop his body up
So Smack you ain't gotta ask what room he in, hittin' all of 'em
The Ruler's Back, just to shoot the bastard
Whip it, Lu could blast it
Flip it, leg up, shoot, this has Luka magic
Slide across his hood, it's a Dukes Of Hazzard
Soon as I seen dawg, I knew he was a bitch off the rip
Now I'm pullin' up to Harlem, hittin' licks on the strip
Drive in movie theater, we watchin' Clips from the whip
I get his attention, then it's extensions
You see blickies out
I holla, "Hey (hay)! You see sticks?"
Then they hit like bricks, the three piggies house
Copy
You requested this smoke, now come and stop me
Caffeine staff like Xodia
Piecin' all these cards together just to end up with one body
I'll draw on him, sketchin' shit
Where Jakk at? It's extra lit
I'm goin' to gym class on yo' bitch ass, we start by stretchin' shit
Put him down, the deficit
The highlight, The Best Of Clips
Cross me, the demon come out, let's start The Exorcist
My regiment, stabby stab
Wipe, then burn the blade, you heard the steps?
Spirit then cleanse, we burnin' sage
Turn the page
I'm wild focused, my mind is clear
Do not worry about how many battles I got booked, I got lines for years
I check men, then it's X-Men, they all dyin' this year
I said X-Men, spine shot, Charles confined to a chair
Aah
Let's get the shit
30's and 0-2-1's
See my plan was to break into your house with this new gun
Shoot somethin'
Kick in the door, green beam wit' it
But he not there, now I gotta think of a whole 'nother scheme wit' it
Slide to yo' mame house, swammie out
But I would never touch mom duke, I took the manly route
But your brother? Cousins? Clips, I'll make 'em all foam
Thought I was gonna miss ya Uncle, Charles? You had to pick his bones up at the 'Crossroads'
I'll drive-by, windows is 5%
Roll 'em down, load and blaow, then wipe the prints
Pole out, the ruler in, then wipe the prints (prince)
I said you done fo'
Before we pull off, I send him one mo'
Gunsmoke, blow up, skeeert (skirt); Marilyn Monroe
Whip the pot, you have to lose
Blast the tool
If I get mad at you, skeeert (skirt) on all you bitches; Catholic school
We both battled at Chris Brown's house, it was that recent
You think he finna do what Fonz did?
The MAC squeezes
Y'all got me fucked up thinkin' Charlie the Land Lord, we ain't watchin' Black Jesus
Do not fuck my battle up, cause I ain't gon' take it eas' on him
You try to freestyle the whole round versus me, you know he's gonna
Get to chokin', Heimlich maneuver
You get to chokin', squeeze on him
Nah, let's get the shit
Yeah I did the shit, I know it sadly
But if the cops ask, 'It Wasn't Me' I feel like Shaggy
They gon' have to identify him by the ink on his body, I did him badly
That tat'll tell (tattletale) the cops everything, just like yo' daddy
Get in the game, this the playoffs nigga
Me wildin' is somethin' you did not see (Nazi) you should've brought Adolf witcha
That bulldog, leave a hole at the top, y'all better say y'all scriptures
A leave a Space at the top, nigga lay off Twitter
But you ain't got a Twitter, just Instagram? Not the 'Book too?
You got grandma that get crazy with the baked macaroni and cheese elbows, I'm 'bout to cook you
Aye boy, you fat as hell 'runnin' 'round eatin' vegan bacon witcha dumb ass
You ain't got no doors in ya house, just the beads that hang from the ceilin' witcha bum ass
You was one of them kids that grew up and had Gamecast, not Dreamcast
You just let water run on yo' back cause you too fat to wash it with soap with ya stink ass
You wrote an angry letter to McDonalds to bring back the steak bagel witcha mad ass
You can't get out the car without your ass crack showin' wit' ya fat ass
(Get him!)
You mad trash
I hope next round you brought a gun to shoot
Do not die yet nigga, I'm not done witchu
Yo, how I hear about this battle from you before Beasley?
I ain't even get a call from him
I hung up that phone, started settin' that trap, then Saw somethin'
Chop his body up
So Smack you ain't gotta ask what room he in, hittin' all of 'em
The Ruler's Back, just to shoot the bastard
Whip it, Lu could blast it
Flip it, leg up, shoot, this has Luka magic
Slide across his hood, it's a Dukes Of Hazzard
Soon as I seen dawg, I knew he was a bitch off the rip
Now I'm pullin' up to Harlem, hittin' licks on the strip
Drive in movie theater, we watchin' Clips from the whip
I get his attention, then it's extensions
You see blickies out
I holla, "Hey (hay)! You see sticks?"
Then they hit like bricks, the three piggies house
Copy
You requested this smoke, now come and stop me
Caffeine staff like Xodia
Piecin' all these cards together just to end up with one body
I'll draw on him, sketchin' shit
Where Jakk at? It's extra lit
I'm goin' to gym class on yo' bitch ass, we start by stretchin' shit
Put him down, the deficit
The highlight, The Best Of Clips
Cross me, the demon come out, let's start The Exorcist
My regiment, stabby stab
Wipe, then burn the blade, you heard the steps?
Spirit then cleanse, we burnin' sage
Turn the page
I'm wild focused, my mind is clear
Do not worry about how many battles I got booked, I got lines for years
I check men, then it's X-Men, they all dyin' this year
I said X-Men, spine shot, Charles confined to a chair
Aah
Let's get the shit
30's and 0-2-1's
See my plan was to break into your house with this new gun
Shoot somethin'
Kick in the door, green beam wit' it
But he not there, now I gotta think of a whole 'nother scheme wit' it
Slide to yo' mame house, swammie out
But I would never touch mom duke, I took the manly route
But your brother? Cousins? Clips, I'll make 'em all foam
Thought I was gonna miss ya Uncle, Charles? You had to pick his bones up at the 'Crossroads'
I'll drive-by, windows is 5%
Roll 'em down, load and blaow, then wipe the prints
Pole out, the ruler in, then wipe the prints (prince)
I said you done fo'
Before we pull off, I send him one mo'
Gunsmoke, blow up, skeeert (skirt); Marilyn Monroe
Whip the pot, you have to lose
Blast the tool
If I get mad at you, skeeert (skirt) on all you bitches; Catholic school
We both battled at Chris Brown's house, it was that recent
You think he finna do what Fonz did?
The MAC squeezes
Y'all got me fucked up thinkin' Charlie the Land Lord, we ain't watchin' Black Jesus
Do not fuck my battle up, cause I ain't gon' take it eas' on him
You try to freestyle the whole round versus me, you know he's gonna
Get to chokin', Heimlich maneuver
You get to chokin', squeeze on him
Nah, let's get the shit
Yeah I did the shit, I know it sadly
But if the cops ask, 'It Wasn't Me' I feel like Shaggy
They gon' have to identify him by the ink on his body, I did him badly
That tat'll tell (tattletale) the cops everything, just like yo' daddy
Get in the game, this the playoffs nigga
Me wildin' is somethin' you did not see (Nazi) you should've brought Adolf witcha
That bulldog, leave a hole at the top, y'all better say y'all scriptures
A leave a Space at the top, nigga lay off Twitter
But you ain't got a Twitter, just Instagram? Not the 'Book too?
You got grandma that get crazy with the baked macaroni and cheese elbows, I'm 'bout to cook you
Aye boy, you fat as hell 'runnin' 'round eatin' vegan bacon witcha dumb ass
You ain't got no doors in ya house, just the beads that hang from the ceilin' witcha bum ass
You was one of them kids that grew up and had Gamecast, not Dreamcast
You just let water run on yo' back cause you too fat to wash it with soap with ya stink ass
You wrote an angry letter to McDonalds to bring back the steak bagel witcha mad ass
You can't get out the car without your ass crack showin' wit' ya fat ass
(Get him!)
You mad trash
I hope next round you brought a gun to shoot
Do not die yet nigga, I'm not done witchu
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