[Round 1: Math Hoffa + Jimz]
Right now, Jimz is like, "Finally...(Daddy's spending time with me!")
I could never be your pops, l'il nigga
That'd be a fucking hoax
But I seen your DNA test, and I wrote a couple notes
You Puerto Rican, you got wordplay, punches, and a bunch of jokes
Yeah, you're funny, but like porn money, this is fucking gross
'Cause I got the results, and I'll tell you what you wanna know
Cortez is his dad...but Uno Lavoz is your mother, though
But fuck it, bro!
Ayo, HOLLOW! L.O.M, right? Nah, that shit pretend
Some friendships don't really carry weight when it's against the ends
He was spotted with that dumbbell, and I could have pushed up just to get it in
Since I ain't get to muscle MASS, they brought me here to hit the Jimz!
Let's get to HIM!
I'mma give you a vet's wisdom
Heavyweight, you don't know squat, so just listen
Me? I keep a grip on the pound: my sets different
You feel the burn? Look down at your form...your leg's twitchin'
Don't stress, 'cause when your soul's apart, there's less tension
I'm just schooling Jimz on how to move when he's dead...liftin'!
BARS!
Yo, I ain't really wanna take this match
I did this shit for some foreign paper
You studied Math, I don't give a fuck about Jimz
That ain't no sort of major
But the fans had you more than favored
I'm like, "Without reason?"
You 'bout to get outseasoned
I'mma twist your shit worse than Gordon Hayward!
Don't force your fate
I have these hooks hitting you more than Drake
Right hook, left hook: I orchestrate, make the chorus great
Walk in Jimz...walk out with the The Saurus face!
So, we take it outside
I whip out the machines: that's my office space
So, basically, you in a boss's place
You got a choice to make
You could get slept here, or run and catch a shell: nigga, this the tortoise race!
I'm the meanest, bro! And I'm down to let these heaters fly
This clip might as well hold paintballs: I wanna see him die!
Two twins, they both Spanish: I call 'em Nina Sky
Push your wig back...Vegeta-size!
Leave him for C.S.I!
AAAAAHHHHH!
YOU don't got BARS like that!
You got that Mario mustache! (True!)
Your bars type wack
So, try not to fall asleep (I'm bringing bars right BACK!)
Facts!
Right now, Jimz is like, "Finally...(Daddy's spending time with me!")
I could never be your pops, l'il nigga
That'd be a fucking hoax
But I seen your DNA test, and I wrote a couple notes
You Puerto Rican, you got wordplay, punches, and a bunch of jokes
Yeah, you're funny, but like porn money, this is fucking gross
'Cause I got the results, and I'll tell you what you wanna know
Cortez is his dad...but Uno Lavoz is your mother, though
But fuck it, bro!
Ayo, HOLLOW! L.O.M, right? Nah, that shit pretend
Some friendships don't really carry weight when it's against the ends
He was spotted with that dumbbell, and I could have pushed up just to get it in
Since I ain't get to muscle MASS, they brought me here to hit the Jimz!
Let's get to HIM!
I'mma give you a vet's wisdom
Heavyweight, you don't know squat, so just listen
Me? I keep a grip on the pound: my sets different
You feel the burn? Look down at your form...your leg's twitchin'
Don't stress, 'cause when your soul's apart, there's less tension
I'm just schooling Jimz on how to move when he's dead...liftin'!
BARS!
Yo, I ain't really wanna take this match
I did this shit for some foreign paper
You studied Math, I don't give a fuck about Jimz
That ain't no sort of major
But the fans had you more than favored
I'm like, "Without reason?"
You 'bout to get outseasoned
I'mma twist your shit worse than Gordon Hayward!
Don't force your fate
I have these hooks hitting you more than Drake
Right hook, left hook: I orchestrate, make the chorus great
Walk in Jimz...walk out with the The Saurus face!
So, we take it outside
I whip out the machines: that's my office space
So, basically, you in a boss's place
You got a choice to make
You could get slept here, or run and catch a shell: nigga, this the tortoise race!
I'm the meanest, bro! And I'm down to let these heaters fly
This clip might as well hold paintballs: I wanna see him die!
Two twins, they both Spanish: I call 'em Nina Sky
Push your wig back...Vegeta-size!
Leave him for C.S.I!
AAAAAHHHHH!
YOU don't got BARS like that!
You got that Mario mustache! (True!)
Your bars type wack
So, try not to fall asleep (I'm bringing bars right BACK!)
Facts!
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