[Round 1: Mackk Myron]
So y’all wanna hear some punchlines, huh?
Alright…y’all back up a lil’ bit
Tell me when we ready, Smack
Y’all ready? (Yeah!)
I said…they finna read all about it if the boy extra
A couple rounds to the face: you a poindexter
I’ll let somethin’ rare kick: Dornbeckers
When you get hit wit’ a .50, it ain’t Floyd record
This ain’t no favor, nigga
They made the plate worth it
Ave kept duckin’, so they went and got the fake version!
‘K burnin’! You ready to get killed, faggot!?
I laid him down wit’ a big round: Shaquille mattrеss!
I’m skilled tactic
Nigga, splat! I reach for heat
Rarе handle, the shit brass: Jesus feet
I put him in high places: Jesus niece
Another strap tucked in the whip: I got heated seats!
What you gon’ say?
“He left RBE and came to URL!”
Fonz, yo’ mama lick my balls and she do it well!
And you look like a fat Welven - I can spot that
The Land Lord? (*scoffs*) Ain’t put one nigga out his spot yet!
All that puncline shit, my nigga!? We ain’t hearin’ that
After this, you Wesley Snipes: a disappearing act
It’s more than that!
I’m a shooter, Hornacek
Rifle with goggles for the boul (Bull): Horace Grant!
AY! He goin’ to cops and give ‘em all statements?
Death on Grand Theft: I get him all Wasted
Shot him like Alonzo, give him all cases
My little apes spinnin’ like Diddy Kong Racing!
I told him, “Fly me out to West. Cali, I suggest.”
They said NAH! This Land Lord-
I said, “Fly me out to West. Cali, I suggest.”
I said, “I gotta bury this nigga!” I fried him wit’ the TEC
I must stash (mustache) the Land Lord: bitch, it’s Friday After Next!
I’m thinkin’, “Fonz finna stay back in his bed”
Lazarus pissed just to bring the bitch back from the dead
Eddie Brock: I spit Venom and black on the Web
Think you the One? Get plugged in the back of yo’ head!
Now y’all know I’m back on SMACK, another lame opp
Two ‘Ks (2K) on the shelf, I work at GameStop
I’m a out-of-town nigga - the Taurus aim, POP!
Line him up wit’ a BaldHead: he Tory Lanez pops!
The nigga from Ohio, a place we don’t care for
Johnny Storm: I get them niggas over there torched
I get dirty to win, Fonz! This ain’t no fair sport
You got a better chance of screamin’ “Allahu Akbar” at the airport!
We hurt niggas! Leave everybody on your turf injured!
I’ll come to Cleveland and FUCK the Land up: I’m Earthbendin’!
I’m a real-
YakTown in this bitch - stop playin’, nigga
So y’all wanna hear some punchlines, huh?
Alright…y’all back up a lil’ bit
Tell me when we ready, Smack
Y’all ready? (Yeah!)
I said…they finna read all about it if the boy extra
A couple rounds to the face: you a poindexter
I’ll let somethin’ rare kick: Dornbeckers
When you get hit wit’ a .50, it ain’t Floyd record
This ain’t no favor, nigga
They made the plate worth it
Ave kept duckin’, so they went and got the fake version!
‘K burnin’! You ready to get killed, faggot!?
I laid him down wit’ a big round: Shaquille mattrеss!
I’m skilled tactic
Nigga, splat! I reach for heat
Rarе handle, the shit brass: Jesus feet
I put him in high places: Jesus niece
Another strap tucked in the whip: I got heated seats!
What you gon’ say?
“He left RBE and came to URL!”
Fonz, yo’ mama lick my balls and she do it well!
And you look like a fat Welven - I can spot that
The Land Lord? (*scoffs*) Ain’t put one nigga out his spot yet!
All that puncline shit, my nigga!? We ain’t hearin’ that
After this, you Wesley Snipes: a disappearing act
It’s more than that!
I’m a shooter, Hornacek
Rifle with goggles for the boul (Bull): Horace Grant!
AY! He goin’ to cops and give ‘em all statements?
Death on Grand Theft: I get him all Wasted
Shot him like Alonzo, give him all cases
My little apes spinnin’ like Diddy Kong Racing!
I told him, “Fly me out to West. Cali, I suggest.”
They said NAH! This Land Lord-
I said, “Fly me out to West. Cali, I suggest.”
I said, “I gotta bury this nigga!” I fried him wit’ the TEC
I must stash (mustache) the Land Lord: bitch, it’s Friday After Next!
I’m thinkin’, “Fonz finna stay back in his bed”
Lazarus pissed just to bring the bitch back from the dead
Eddie Brock: I spit Venom and black on the Web
Think you the One? Get plugged in the back of yo’ head!
Now y’all know I’m back on SMACK, another lame opp
Two ‘Ks (2K) on the shelf, I work at GameStop
I’m a out-of-town nigga - the Taurus aim, POP!
Line him up wit’ a BaldHead: he Tory Lanez pops!
The nigga from Ohio, a place we don’t care for
Johnny Storm: I get them niggas over there torched
I get dirty to win, Fonz! This ain’t no fair sport
You got a better chance of screamin’ “Allahu Akbar” at the airport!
We hurt niggas! Leave everybody on your turf injured!
I’ll come to Cleveland and FUCK the Land up: I’m Earthbendin’!
I’m a real-
YakTown in this bitch - stop playin’, nigga
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