[Round 1: Cassidy]
Yo I can just spit a verse at you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore the same outfit the whole week
You so sweet you just like a vegan you don't want no beef
A shell’ll make your heart go accapella, no beat
Like a nigga with no teeth, I don't bite my fuckin' tongue
I’ma kill this fuckin' bum, I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun, have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a .9 in my hand like a man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy at 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might sound fuckin' dumb cause the battle I ain’t afraid but
I was kinda scared to battle this nigga here, straight up
Nah, but not cause of the rhymes he made up
Cause he might make ISIS sacrifices, strap on a bomb and blow the stage up
Hold up, I ain’t gonna do a lot of racist bars
Cause my fans be like, "Man you better kill that white boy", and I don't know what race you are
You straight trash, we ain’t in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin' a Drake mask
But you more a bitch than Nicki Minaj witcha fake ass
My crew too gutter, my clique twist cats, come off the weights fast
Gats bang, they strapped wit' that MAC Maine, and they hate fags
You prolly have a seizure like Lil' Wayne when they skate past
Nigga, you softer than a premature baby ass
They kill yo’ fake Slim Shady ass, I got crazy cash
Money, but I'm so mean wit' it
I could take that Young Mula theme and do a whole 'nother scheme wit' it
Like, ever since I was Young, Money was mandatory
I was lovin' (Love &) Hip Hop like Stevie J
Mills came when they put the camera's on me
Got hammers on me
And tonight could be the night you die...
Yo I can just spit a verse at you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore the same outfit the whole week
You so sweet you just like a vegan you don't want no beef
A shell’ll make your heart go accapella, no beat
Like a nigga with no teeth, I don't bite my fuckin' tongue
I’ma kill this fuckin' bum, I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun, have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a .9 in my hand like a man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy at 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might sound fuckin' dumb cause the battle I ain’t afraid but
I was kinda scared to battle this nigga here, straight up
Nah, but not cause of the rhymes he made up
Cause he might make ISIS sacrifices, strap on a bomb and blow the stage up
Hold up, I ain’t gonna do a lot of racist bars
Cause my fans be like, "Man you better kill that white boy", and I don't know what race you are
You straight trash, we ain’t in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin' a Drake mask
But you more a bitch than Nicki Minaj witcha fake ass
My crew too gutter, my clique twist cats, come off the weights fast
Gats bang, they strapped wit' that MAC Maine, and they hate fags
You prolly have a seizure like Lil' Wayne when they skate past
Nigga, you softer than a premature baby ass
They kill yo’ fake Slim Shady ass, I got crazy cash
Money, but I'm so mean wit' it
I could take that Young Mula theme and do a whole 'nother scheme wit' it
Like, ever since I was Young, Money was mandatory
I was lovin' (Love &) Hip Hop like Stevie J
Mills came when they put the camera's on me
Got hammers on me
And tonight could be the night you die...
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