J-Pro vs. Bill Collector King of the Dot (Ft. Bill Collector & J-Pro)

(*Bill Collector calls tails, the coin is flipped, Bill snaps his fingers and points to J-Pro, letting him go first*)

[Round 1: J-Pro]
What’s up, Bill? What’s up, homie? (What’s goin’ on?)
You shoulda done that shit when Hitman pushed up on you
Yo, gimme room, akh...or feel the room rock!
I’m Ong-Bak
I’ll turn Billy Collector to Billy Boondocks!
Then moonwalk, style on him the Cali way
With pure class I’ll school Bill like Sallie Mae
I told Avo’, “Gimme somethin’ I can kill”
And he gave me you, and how the fuck I’m ‘posed to feel?
But I’m a Hitman, they Holla, I’m lumpin’ up his grill
I came to show out (Showwoutt) and land the best punches on the Bill!
Steel knuckles
I came to body Bill (bodybuild) without Milk Muscle
Avocado ain’t shit, he got lil’ muscles
I’ll let it ring 11 times if Bill rustle (Russell)
Wrestle...that’s a stretch: ancient yogi
You wouldn’t fire TECs (text) wit’ a flame emoji
Flame emoji bars, the TECs (text) firin’
After the first draft, I OD: Len Bias
Y’all were into Bill when he was ex-citin’
M. Bison, jet slidin’
First-class PG on the jet flyin’
But now Bill’s coach: Rex Ryan!
Speakin’ on Rex...didn’t you have beef wit’ Randy’s brother?
You and K-Shine were gon’ scrap each other?
Bro, you got pumped by a tranny-lover
(Yeah, you did)
You got pumped by a tranny-lover
Over a Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover
Right?...You didn’t? I thought you did, bro
You’re a cheap-ass mothafucka
You ain’t worthy of the skill
This a minimum payment: I’m droppin’ 30 on the Bill
Yeah, but you broke, bro
You ain’t got a pot to piss in
Suge hit his pockets like ‘Pac in prison
So all that gun talk is just contradiction
It’s time to pay, Bill - dyin’ is the cost of livin’