[Round 1: Carter Deems]
I love it when you rap about blasting the heater
In 2006 you rapped about grabbing the strap on his backpack and classic sneakers
I told him to just rap against the cats in his class and he went to Wal-Mart and battled the greeters
You still take personals personal and that's pretty bad for a rapping geezer
Like I could say uh, his music's so bad it actually attacks the speakers or
He had to pay Illmac' a stack for just half a feature
And he starts shaking his head no so violently you'd think he's the one that's been having the seizure
I feel bad for you it's like there's something you have to prove
No matter how ridiculous I rap at you
Like I could say, "The Saurus loves to eat bags of poo
While he rides in the back of a kangaroo"
And he'd look straight in the camera and say, "That isn't true."
But face the facts my dude, eating bags of poo is something you actually do
Now this is where you look in the camera too, shake your head no and show off that sassy attitude
You're a sassy dude
But I want you to be happy too
He tried to be the big dog but puffed his chest up like Scrappy Doo
Rapping about the gats and scrapping like little Scrappy do
He saw the younger cats rapping about Macs and tools so that's the way he started rapping too
But coming from you it sounds sadder than all the jazz and blues in Baton Rouge
Me? I'm covered in ice, I'm acting cool, passing through
The diamonds in my grill; black and blue like a nasty bruise
I be biting down on the karats/carrots so much you think I'm eating rabbit food
I'm living wild like a rabbit do
I'm a rabid dude, my ice stay flashing you
Like I pulled up my shirt and showed my abs to you
I drag this dude, I brought bags for you like I'm packed to move
I'll pull out the gats and start blasting you
You see more flashes than a fashion shoot
See none of that's stuff that I actually do
But it still doesn't sound half as sad as you cause at least I can admit that it's not actually true
This old dude: old news, I use the magazines to move past the issues
Use the piece to make a hole so big I can pass a fist through
See I still don't sound half as sad as this dude
Somebody grab the tissue
But not before I crack his ribs through
Attack jujitsu, flip back and kick you
He has nice blocks but my round house cold; that's an igloo
I'll push him off the top floor see him falling on his face
Now that's a scary story, but your plots always been that grave
I got the will to make some dollars off his fate
I'll keep earning on this man 'til I put this body on display
Urn? Mantel? Body on display?
You got beat by QP so I thought you might like getting bodied in this way
And I knew you'd start arguing today
I just called you out like two seconds ago and you decided to fall for it anyway
I love it when you rap about blasting the heater
In 2006 you rapped about grabbing the strap on his backpack and classic sneakers
I told him to just rap against the cats in his class and he went to Wal-Mart and battled the greeters
You still take personals personal and that's pretty bad for a rapping geezer
Like I could say uh, his music's so bad it actually attacks the speakers or
He had to pay Illmac' a stack for just half a feature
And he starts shaking his head no so violently you'd think he's the one that's been having the seizure
I feel bad for you it's like there's something you have to prove
No matter how ridiculous I rap at you
Like I could say, "The Saurus loves to eat bags of poo
While he rides in the back of a kangaroo"
And he'd look straight in the camera and say, "That isn't true."
But face the facts my dude, eating bags of poo is something you actually do
Now this is where you look in the camera too, shake your head no and show off that sassy attitude
You're a sassy dude
But I want you to be happy too
He tried to be the big dog but puffed his chest up like Scrappy Doo
Rapping about the gats and scrapping like little Scrappy do
He saw the younger cats rapping about Macs and tools so that's the way he started rapping too
But coming from you it sounds sadder than all the jazz and blues in Baton Rouge
Me? I'm covered in ice, I'm acting cool, passing through
The diamonds in my grill; black and blue like a nasty bruise
I be biting down on the karats/carrots so much you think I'm eating rabbit food
I'm living wild like a rabbit do
I'm a rabid dude, my ice stay flashing you
Like I pulled up my shirt and showed my abs to you
I drag this dude, I brought bags for you like I'm packed to move
I'll pull out the gats and start blasting you
You see more flashes than a fashion shoot
See none of that's stuff that I actually do
But it still doesn't sound half as sad as you cause at least I can admit that it's not actually true
This old dude: old news, I use the magazines to move past the issues
Use the piece to make a hole so big I can pass a fist through
See I still don't sound half as sad as this dude
Somebody grab the tissue
But not before I crack his ribs through
Attack jujitsu, flip back and kick you
He has nice blocks but my round house cold; that's an igloo
I'll push him off the top floor see him falling on his face
Now that's a scary story, but your plots always been that grave
I got the will to make some dollars off his fate
I'll keep earning on this man 'til I put this body on display
Urn? Mantel? Body on display?
You got beat by QP so I thought you might like getting bodied in this way
And I knew you'd start arguing today
I just called you out like two seconds ago and you decided to fall for it anyway
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