[Round 1: Bigg K]
I will wreak havoc all over this weak faggot
Grab this joke by his head and his throat and detach it
Spike the head, stand over the body and tea-bag it
B Magic you nice with it, I'm mean at it, mink Dragon
Gripped up in that green wagon
For them bills my man on your heels like Steve Madden
Cheap fashion, try somethin' stupid, I'm reactin'
We jabbin', put you to sleep and keep rappin
Boot his top, I should smack you, weenie
Get your fuckin noodles knocked, with a Ragu beanie
Or beat the snot down your face
You gon look like a smashed zucchini
What is magic to the right punch? You better ask Houdini
I'll let famo have it I'm bout that Rambo static
Fully automatic ratchet out the bando attic
From your punches
I thought you was bangin like Shaq with the Orlando Magic
Till I saw you in a real fight
And them punches didn't connect or land though (Orlando) Magic
I was in the parking lot for him and Fox whole drama
Flat out, two corns beefing like a hot tostada
When y'all locked up, you didn't dump him
You ain't pop no Llama
You was getting slammed by Fox more than Barack Obama
And you got 'em by like 30 pounds
You 'posed to punish him, instead
You went for the windmill, missed, buckled at the legs
Told Suge "Get em off me cuz"
That's what you motherfucking said
Right after you slipped, fell and bumped yo' motherfuckin head
I will wreak havoc all over this weak faggot
Grab this joke by his head and his throat and detach it
Spike the head, stand over the body and tea-bag it
B Magic you nice with it, I'm mean at it, mink Dragon
Gripped up in that green wagon
For them bills my man on your heels like Steve Madden
Cheap fashion, try somethin' stupid, I'm reactin'
We jabbin', put you to sleep and keep rappin
Boot his top, I should smack you, weenie
Get your fuckin noodles knocked, with a Ragu beanie
Or beat the snot down your face
You gon look like a smashed zucchini
What is magic to the right punch? You better ask Houdini
I'll let famo have it I'm bout that Rambo static
Fully automatic ratchet out the bando attic
From your punches
I thought you was bangin like Shaq with the Orlando Magic
Till I saw you in a real fight
And them punches didn't connect or land though (Orlando) Magic
I was in the parking lot for him and Fox whole drama
Flat out, two corns beefing like a hot tostada
When y'all locked up, you didn't dump him
You ain't pop no Llama
You was getting slammed by Fox more than Barack Obama
And you got 'em by like 30 pounds
You 'posed to punish him, instead
You went for the windmill, missed, buckled at the legs
Told Suge "Get em off me cuz"
That's what you motherfucking said
Right after you slipped, fell and bumped yo' motherfuckin head
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