[Round 1: Jakkboy Maine]
I said, mu'fuckin' GODDAMN!
Jakk' on N.O.M.E, I'm finally here!
Houston, if you ready for me to kick John John ass, lemme get a "Hell yeah!" (HELL YEAH!)
Motherfucka, I had a conversation wit' ya mother
Yeah...so what’s all this actin’ about?
Up here flexin’ like, like...like, you ain’t still sneakin’ bitches through the back of her house
You out here tellin’ these hoes, “Sssshh-she don’t live wit’ me, I don’t live wit’ her - she live wit’ me-”
Nigga, cut that cappin' shit out
Always talkin’ ‘bout “you heard ‘bout”, now you heard BOW! in the back of ya mouth!
Gunpowder ya scalp
I’m finna have you lookin’ like a ho right now
‘Cause the media sayin’ John John da Don, and I shouldn’t make you mad
And wit’ my promo, I should slow that down
Aye, Houston (What up?)
Cool, I pull the fo’ right now
Tippin’ on fo'-fos (.44s) right now
My nigga called, I’m like, “No, not now”
‘Cause they say John Legend, and when these three stack, I’m SO ready to go right now!
I’mma fold that clown!
‘Cause he gon’ get up here and talk about my chain…
But I wanna talk about you and yo’ mama
And how I’ll kill everybody in your family, go to court, hand on the Bible, say “Fuck the Judge” wit’ no problem
Loso, if you pray? Regardless
Or lil’ Johnny, you make it harder
Bitch, I’m heartless
I’ll throw Mama Don in the Swamp for Your Honor!
But I’ll aim the thang!
Lettin’ everything branch swing like orangutans
Mama Don did the Humpty Dance, but now I let the side kick show like Dana Dane
Mama Don also said it’s her Destiny - “Child gon’ be a star, or claim to fame”
BOW! Now it all broke up, and she Beyonce over the body like, “Say my name, say my name”!
Stay in your place, like your mama told you already
I’m holdin’ the Dezzi
Your mama named you John, ‘cause he sketched a few Gospels in the Bible
Cool - that mean you should know your ending, since you wrote it already
(*Jakkboy loses his place for a second, the crowd becomes a little restless*)
You fuckin’ sloth!
Your mama house you, feed you, and give you every accessory
Bitch, and if I’m a Gooonie and you a Sloth, then Mama Don is Mama Fratelli
She walked up on me like, “Jakk’”
I was like, “Yeah?”
She was like, “Man…”
I said, “Man what?”
She said, “You got my lil’ Johnny out here actin’ like I ain’t raise him - I’m just sayin’-”
“You just sayin’ what?”
That old geezer better get out of mine and in her own space
‘Fore the chrome raise, and the chrome bake
And I’m a Laker, ‘cause if you ain’t make the cut, John, Sally (Salley) may or may not make it home safe!
Then I walked up on her like, “Aye, Mama Don, is those freckles on your face?
Cool. Tell your son stop actin’ like a bad guy”
That MAC rise-
Naw! It’s two arms up ‘fore I go, baby: this your last ride
I bring ‘em back, point-blank range, and knock the brains out him
Yeah, and Hitman can’t reload ‘cause my bullet ain’t came out him!
First shot: his brain poppin’!
Second shot: he played possum!
Your Army niggas at the port? Land (Portland) somethin’ there from a distance: I’m Dame D.O.L.L.A.!
Maine holla, “I stole your MAC-11 wit’ the AR clip!”
Yeah, I even got the baby Wesson for your junior, but Ms. Hustle ain’t have that BITCH!
So what, you think that I ain’t know?
Thought you and Ms. Hustle’s little fling in North Carolina was on the low?
(*swoo*) The doctors had your Ms. Hustle on the blade, now everything’s exposed
But we know, she was doin’ us a favor, and you go, girl
Knowin’ goddamn well not to bring another John John the woman-beater into this world
So it’s fuck her uterus, her ovaries, and her fallopian tubes!
Fuck her urethra, her labia, and clitoris, too!
Nigga, fuck that 300 at Double Impact I said I’d clap your unborn baby for, ‘cause now I’ll do it for free!
And fuck Planned Parenthood ‘cause them pussies took the opportunity away from me!
You fuckin’ CLOWN!
Since you imitate niggas...I’ve been imitatin’ you this whole round
But hold on, wait
‘Cause to imitate a nigga that imitate niggas, you gotta imitate the niggas that that nigga imitate
Well, okay!
You lil’ (Little) Rascal!
It’s one pointed up, bitch: “Well, o-tay!”
And when he wave, he (Wavy) see me moonwalk and BANG! Like, “Annie, are you okay?”
MY shit! Richmond shit!
I said, mu'fuckin' GODDAMN!
Jakk' on N.O.M.E, I'm finally here!
Houston, if you ready for me to kick John John ass, lemme get a "Hell yeah!" (HELL YEAH!)
Motherfucka, I had a conversation wit' ya mother
Yeah...so what’s all this actin’ about?
Up here flexin’ like, like...like, you ain’t still sneakin’ bitches through the back of her house
You out here tellin’ these hoes, “Sssshh-she don’t live wit’ me, I don’t live wit’ her - she live wit’ me-”
Nigga, cut that cappin' shit out
Always talkin’ ‘bout “you heard ‘bout”, now you heard BOW! in the back of ya mouth!
Gunpowder ya scalp
I’m finna have you lookin’ like a ho right now
‘Cause the media sayin’ John John da Don, and I shouldn’t make you mad
And wit’ my promo, I should slow that down
Aye, Houston (What up?)
Cool, I pull the fo’ right now
Tippin’ on fo'-fos (.44s) right now
My nigga called, I’m like, “No, not now”
‘Cause they say John Legend, and when these three stack, I’m SO ready to go right now!
I’mma fold that clown!
‘Cause he gon’ get up here and talk about my chain…
But I wanna talk about you and yo’ mama
And how I’ll kill everybody in your family, go to court, hand on the Bible, say “Fuck the Judge” wit’ no problem
Loso, if you pray? Regardless
Or lil’ Johnny, you make it harder
Bitch, I’m heartless
I’ll throw Mama Don in the Swamp for Your Honor!
But I’ll aim the thang!
Lettin’ everything branch swing like orangutans
Mama Don did the Humpty Dance, but now I let the side kick show like Dana Dane
Mama Don also said it’s her Destiny - “Child gon’ be a star, or claim to fame”
BOW! Now it all broke up, and she Beyonce over the body like, “Say my name, say my name”!
Stay in your place, like your mama told you already
I’m holdin’ the Dezzi
Your mama named you John, ‘cause he sketched a few Gospels in the Bible
Cool - that mean you should know your ending, since you wrote it already
(*Jakkboy loses his place for a second, the crowd becomes a little restless*)
You fuckin’ sloth!
Your mama house you, feed you, and give you every accessory
Bitch, and if I’m a Gooonie and you a Sloth, then Mama Don is Mama Fratelli
She walked up on me like, “Jakk’”
I was like, “Yeah?”
She was like, “Man…”
I said, “Man what?”
She said, “You got my lil’ Johnny out here actin’ like I ain’t raise him - I’m just sayin’-”
“You just sayin’ what?”
That old geezer better get out of mine and in her own space
‘Fore the chrome raise, and the chrome bake
And I’m a Laker, ‘cause if you ain’t make the cut, John, Sally (Salley) may or may not make it home safe!
Then I walked up on her like, “Aye, Mama Don, is those freckles on your face?
Cool. Tell your son stop actin’ like a bad guy”
That MAC rise-
Naw! It’s two arms up ‘fore I go, baby: this your last ride
I bring ‘em back, point-blank range, and knock the brains out him
Yeah, and Hitman can’t reload ‘cause my bullet ain’t came out him!
First shot: his brain poppin’!
Second shot: he played possum!
Your Army niggas at the port? Land (Portland) somethin’ there from a distance: I’m Dame D.O.L.L.A.!
Maine holla, “I stole your MAC-11 wit’ the AR clip!”
Yeah, I even got the baby Wesson for your junior, but Ms. Hustle ain’t have that BITCH!
So what, you think that I ain’t know?
Thought you and Ms. Hustle’s little fling in North Carolina was on the low?
(*swoo*) The doctors had your Ms. Hustle on the blade, now everything’s exposed
But we know, she was doin’ us a favor, and you go, girl
Knowin’ goddamn well not to bring another John John the woman-beater into this world
So it’s fuck her uterus, her ovaries, and her fallopian tubes!
Fuck her urethra, her labia, and clitoris, too!
Nigga, fuck that 300 at Double Impact I said I’d clap your unborn baby for, ‘cause now I’ll do it for free!
And fuck Planned Parenthood ‘cause them pussies took the opportunity away from me!
You fuckin’ CLOWN!
Since you imitate niggas...I’ve been imitatin’ you this whole round
But hold on, wait
‘Cause to imitate a nigga that imitate niggas, you gotta imitate the niggas that that nigga imitate
Well, okay!
You lil’ (Little) Rascal!
It’s one pointed up, bitch: “Well, o-tay!”
And when he wave, he (Wavy) see me moonwalk and BANG! Like, “Annie, are you okay?”
MY shit! Richmond shit!
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