[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
Now why in the fuck would I come all the way to Detroit to tell fat jokes, when I can talk about shit that's not funny?
Like, it's gonna look like a cow got smacked by a train
If you runnin' that block from me
I just start to go noodles when the cause is the beef
You soft, I can see the chicken all in your teeth
Moms cryin', I see Olive Garden all in the street
'Cause if it ain't about that green light salad
You'll get the biscuit with the shells, boy, this all you can eat
They say that boy Tsu Surf cold
But all he talkin' about is hoopin'
That's 'cause I usually catch fire when that crowd start rootin'
I'll pull that Coach K and let that chopper start Duke'in'
And leave so many holes out there
They wouldn't know whether to lock me up for pimpin' or shootin'
Smack gonna have to call the Navy or the SWAT
When I come through at least about 80 gettin' dropped
Take his baby up the cliff, it look crazy from the top
I bet you I ain't gotta be Beyoncé to drop a baby from the rock
Everyday in my hood I bang, I'm a nice worker
I'll Kenneth Cole, three piece, bow tie, nice shirt ya
Choir in the pulpit, Momma in the front row, white hearse ya
With a clip about this long, and it flip both ways like vice versa
I know I get a little complicated when I spit for you niggas
But pay attention, this is as slow as I'ma get for you niggas
What you about, 300 pounds solid? Boy, I bet you weak
Oh, you feel disrespected? Well, I suggest you be
I'll throw his ass in the trunk just to let you see
That you ain't gotta know your alphabet to find T in a SUV
I ain't even gonna front, I watched you vs Hollow seven times
And the first bag wasn't even the worst bag
It resembled that shirt tag: an L seven times
I mean you came out swingin', but you need to do more of it
Plus the filler in your schemes lack substance
Senior prom: your lines too long to the punches
Let me give you some advice
Drink some bleach, slit your wrists and eat an AIDS needle
Then hopefully you'll see life on a newer side
And get it through that fat fuckin' skull
That you got a better chance killin' yourself than pushin' Tsu aside
I see that nigga that attempted to murder yo' ass
Wasn't tryin' to grill nothin'
Well, try look into the eyes of a nigga that's tryin' to kill somethin'
We make niggas disappear like that Triangle out in Bermuda
They can't find his body, but they know that I'm the shooter
I say cut my sentence in half and I'll spread a little rumor – deal?
Well, you can look in Oklahoma if you wanna find him sooner
You ain't hawkin' niggas down, hoppin' out to let that heater spray
Bagel thighs! And from the looks of things
Your first piece of pussy was DNA
If that was me that woulda caught you in that car down in all black
Quarter sized holes in the door, shattered glass, flats
Potato the 44 for the sound and let it clap
Them mad rounds left ketchup and hash browns on his lap
Let me tell you how I know we be movin' on a separate thought
'Cause when its beef y'all chicken be tellin' the pork
I told the prosecutor: "Let me get a veggie burger and a rice cake."
I told the homies I want his mother and his father
They brought me back two heads in a box, like a Skype date
Tsu Surf loses to Big Tasha… I think not
And since you heavy you gon' get the same box D got
We can make it whatever you wanna make it
Let's start a riot, nigga
I'll wait 'til the moment of silence at your grandmother's wake
Then scream "Quiet, nigga!" – Jersey
Now why in the fuck would I come all the way to Detroit to tell fat jokes, when I can talk about shit that's not funny?
Like, it's gonna look like a cow got smacked by a train
If you runnin' that block from me
I just start to go noodles when the cause is the beef
You soft, I can see the chicken all in your teeth
Moms cryin', I see Olive Garden all in the street
'Cause if it ain't about that green light salad
You'll get the biscuit with the shells, boy, this all you can eat
They say that boy Tsu Surf cold
But all he talkin' about is hoopin'
That's 'cause I usually catch fire when that crowd start rootin'
I'll pull that Coach K and let that chopper start Duke'in'
And leave so many holes out there
They wouldn't know whether to lock me up for pimpin' or shootin'
Smack gonna have to call the Navy or the SWAT
When I come through at least about 80 gettin' dropped
Take his baby up the cliff, it look crazy from the top
I bet you I ain't gotta be Beyoncé to drop a baby from the rock
Everyday in my hood I bang, I'm a nice worker
I'll Kenneth Cole, three piece, bow tie, nice shirt ya
Choir in the pulpit, Momma in the front row, white hearse ya
With a clip about this long, and it flip both ways like vice versa
I know I get a little complicated when I spit for you niggas
But pay attention, this is as slow as I'ma get for you niggas
What you about, 300 pounds solid? Boy, I bet you weak
Oh, you feel disrespected? Well, I suggest you be
I'll throw his ass in the trunk just to let you see
That you ain't gotta know your alphabet to find T in a SUV
I ain't even gonna front, I watched you vs Hollow seven times
And the first bag wasn't even the worst bag
It resembled that shirt tag: an L seven times
I mean you came out swingin', but you need to do more of it
Plus the filler in your schemes lack substance
Senior prom: your lines too long to the punches
Let me give you some advice
Drink some bleach, slit your wrists and eat an AIDS needle
Then hopefully you'll see life on a newer side
And get it through that fat fuckin' skull
That you got a better chance killin' yourself than pushin' Tsu aside
I see that nigga that attempted to murder yo' ass
Wasn't tryin' to grill nothin'
Well, try look into the eyes of a nigga that's tryin' to kill somethin'
We make niggas disappear like that Triangle out in Bermuda
They can't find his body, but they know that I'm the shooter
I say cut my sentence in half and I'll spread a little rumor – deal?
Well, you can look in Oklahoma if you wanna find him sooner
You ain't hawkin' niggas down, hoppin' out to let that heater spray
Bagel thighs! And from the looks of things
Your first piece of pussy was DNA
If that was me that woulda caught you in that car down in all black
Quarter sized holes in the door, shattered glass, flats
Potato the 44 for the sound and let it clap
Them mad rounds left ketchup and hash browns on his lap
Let me tell you how I know we be movin' on a separate thought
'Cause when its beef y'all chicken be tellin' the pork
I told the prosecutor: "Let me get a veggie burger and a rice cake."
I told the homies I want his mother and his father
They brought me back two heads in a box, like a Skype date
Tsu Surf loses to Big Tasha… I think not
And since you heavy you gon' get the same box D got
We can make it whatever you wanna make it
Let's start a riot, nigga
I'll wait 'til the moment of silence at your grandmother's wake
Then scream "Quiet, nigga!" – Jersey
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