[Round 1: Bigg K]
Fuck boy! Dick sucker! Loser! That fit you
I got a gym star that'll leak out every gallon of fluid that's in you
Cause you ain't nothing but food on that menu
I will smack the shit out you, then boot it back in you
I got a a hundred shot drum and the clip is full
I sick my wolves at his sheep, tell 'em get the wool
Shotgun pumps that could flip a bull
I'ma have body parts everywhere like a Pick-n-Pull
You at home with your bitch watching soap operas
I'm uptown negociating with the coke shoppers
MAC-10s, Sks; both choppers
Right hooks, left hooks; show stoppers
I'm in your crib ass naked; no boxers
Try to fuck your baby mother out her door knockers
And she pitching out your packs, she a ho, partna
I sling that rock behind your back like a globetrotter
I'm ballin' like I'm Stephalosh, bangin' like I'm Okafour
Weed came from Mexico, caine came from Bogotá
Put a trio of holes in you like a bowling ball
Dump a gallon of Hennesey in your open sore
Let's go to war, yoke him, throw him overboard
The last flip I ran threw more bags them my grocery store
How I flip a couple P's and get some house money
All from getting rid of Bud like Al Bundy
You ain't swiping nothing but a E.B.T
Sniffing powder, popping pills dipped in PCP
His girl said, "can we shoot a DVD?"
I said, "yeah, if your head's slamming like a DDT!"
Fucking with papi, I get the guns and the kilo cheap
He threw me a nine I call Eddie Guerrero, it's that Latino heat
I'ma send something stupid through the roof of your fraud ass
Soon as you swing that knuckle
Guerrero coming of the buckle like a frog splash
What you know about turning your microwave into a crack lab
No bank account, my life savings in a trashbag
Somebody tell Half Past, my shooting ain't half ass
That Ruger from Baghdad
I will light your mutherfucking whip up like a Cash Cab
I be sour chain smoking, liquor chasing with a beer
Your flow and your stage presence is lamer den your gear
You gon' come with a bunch of white jokes
Say I'm wasting my career
But you gon' feel like a white boy
When I stick two Gauges in your ear
You got the swagger of Dave Chappelle
And a face like Humpty Hump
Say something I don't like, we gon' fight, and I'ma fuck you up
I'm talking two hands with a quick cross, scoop slam and a hip toss
I go hard in the paint, you gon' drop the Pill like Rick Ross
Fuck boy! Dick sucker! Loser! That fit you
I got a gym star that'll leak out every gallon of fluid that's in you
Cause you ain't nothing but food on that menu
I will smack the shit out you, then boot it back in you
I got a a hundred shot drum and the clip is full
I sick my wolves at his sheep, tell 'em get the wool
Shotgun pumps that could flip a bull
I'ma have body parts everywhere like a Pick-n-Pull
You at home with your bitch watching soap operas
I'm uptown negociating with the coke shoppers
MAC-10s, Sks; both choppers
Right hooks, left hooks; show stoppers
I'm in your crib ass naked; no boxers
Try to fuck your baby mother out her door knockers
And she pitching out your packs, she a ho, partna
I sling that rock behind your back like a globetrotter
I'm ballin' like I'm Stephalosh, bangin' like I'm Okafour
Weed came from Mexico, caine came from Bogotá
Put a trio of holes in you like a bowling ball
Dump a gallon of Hennesey in your open sore
Let's go to war, yoke him, throw him overboard
The last flip I ran threw more bags them my grocery store
How I flip a couple P's and get some house money
All from getting rid of Bud like Al Bundy
You ain't swiping nothing but a E.B.T
Sniffing powder, popping pills dipped in PCP
His girl said, "can we shoot a DVD?"
I said, "yeah, if your head's slamming like a DDT!"
Fucking with papi, I get the guns and the kilo cheap
He threw me a nine I call Eddie Guerrero, it's that Latino heat
I'ma send something stupid through the roof of your fraud ass
Soon as you swing that knuckle
Guerrero coming of the buckle like a frog splash
What you know about turning your microwave into a crack lab
No bank account, my life savings in a trashbag
Somebody tell Half Past, my shooting ain't half ass
That Ruger from Baghdad
I will light your mutherfucking whip up like a Cash Cab
I be sour chain smoking, liquor chasing with a beer
Your flow and your stage presence is lamer den your gear
You gon' come with a bunch of white jokes
Say I'm wasting my career
But you gon' feel like a white boy
When I stick two Gauges in your ear
You got the swagger of Dave Chappelle
And a face like Humpty Hump
Say something I don't like, we gon' fight, and I'ma fuck you up
I'm talking two hands with a quick cross, scoop slam and a hip toss
I go hard in the paint, you gon' drop the Pill like Rick Ross
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