[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
I looked him up, the only person that follow him is fags and comedian dudes
Pay attention to how many "tsunami surf" "waves", "C (seas) on his shell" punchlines he use
Everybody got the wake
Soft dude...
First off ugly, I hate you
A coward wouldn't date you
Your father should've beat his dick, your mother should've ate you
Cause you don't move packs, you don't blam heaters
Just yell, you never rhyme, you whine (wine); sangria
With the pump, hit his front 'til the roof burn
Send the whole car back down the street, that's a U-Turn
He's tryin' to run away, but he can't turn 'round hеre, it's a one way
So we ink him likе a lead pen, let five tear his front alive, that's a dead end
Hollow tip spread disintegrate, spread in ya spleen
I'll burn down, he yell, "Oh" (yellow), you see red for the green
One shot, dope head will get your brick flippin'
TEC automatic, but them choppers? Stick shift
Long aim cause the .9 beam
And it's never evidence, just DNA at the crime scene
Corona Queens?
Pssst
Your hood just quiet, wanna be from the Bronx, well I will put an "O" in your middle just like it
Black mask when I'm steppin', pied piping
First 48 never seen nothin' like it
.9's tat his face cause he looks like Tyson
This the DMV? You're about to get your license
When the Goons lurk, you don't get love nigga
On every bitch heels you an ug' (Ugg) nigga
These arms spread wide, get a hug nigga
For running with the pork chop you'll get that hole dug nigga
And all that funny aggression will get ya man shot
Call me an asshole one more time and watch my hand cock (Hancock)
His sister get crazy, she'll freak when I beat her
Never eat her my mayonnaise on her patty after I skeet her
He was adopted by crackers, his mother loved big black dick
This ain't a movie, nothing Precious about this big black shit
I already heard you're feminine
Sexually cake for the cream you are into men
And you take it in your crimping
Get around (a round) like an oval, like donut sticks in ya donut hole while you yodel
Wait, how Queen Latifah say it? "So you're local"
If you was a mailman you wouldn't go postal
For the Jazz, we keep the shooters we go
I'm Malone, I'm working with that AK Kirilenko
So you can never win you a loser
Two .45's that clip double double Carl' Boozer
Where ever you is I bring the opposite flag on ya block
You in the league, but for nothing, Ostertag on the block
See every other battle, you was ballin' you was scorin'
And get here and get them dreams crushed; Mike Jordan
That whole GrindTime team, bring 'em all over
Cause they good over there but Byron Russell with the crossover
And in the clutch they be countin' on the best
You see that smoke then you feel like there a mountain on ya chest
You got a sandpaper swag
Me? I'm a smooth guy with better stats
So I still win if you tie (Utah)
Will Smith playing Mohammad, you actin' in the ring
Watch your whole body, I'm Mr. Fantastic with The Thing
You got a face like a Martian, a mouth like a baby seal
Try and surf and ya mama gonna get the news from a Navy Seal
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