[Round 1: Math Hoffa]
Summer Madness!
Y’all know I named this event
Well, what’s fucking sad is
The two times I took a part of this card, it ended something tragic
From takin’ Cal, to droppin’ Jones
I ain’t wanna snuff the man
To Smack kickin’ me off of this league, y’all gotta understand
For me to get Champion of the Night, I cooked up the toughest plan
Continue tradition: take this Cal', drop a body, and get them fuckin' bands (bans)!
Now, gimme silence
'Cause y'all know my history, I get really violent
I was hoppin' out, showin' niggas where my heart at, before the Shiggy Challenge!
Let's keep it real!
You a lil' nigga, just a lil' bigger
I'll pull the trigger and level your frame like a crooked picture
It's Brooklyn, nigga!
And don't be talkin' while I'm cookin', nigga
You think I'm kiddin'? Play...POP! (Kid n' Play pop)
I'll drop this fat Ed Harris-lookin' nigga
[Ave]
Robin
[Math Hoffa]
I'm hot right now!
Look what they throw me
One butt of the .40 will make ya forehead swell like a floatie
You know me
If I wanted you dead, I'd get your leader snuffed
Two hammers, Timon & Pumbaa
Y'all don't see the love?
Hakuna Matata, 'cause this'll pick Roc(k) up, and then you'll eat a slug, nigga
If Roc is the Gun Bar King, and nigga, you'se his son
Then when I leave his prints (Prince) at this murder, he gon' choose to run
Beat your feet
Fuck gun bars, nigga, I speak wit' heat
All you Cave niggas a bunch of Lost Boys, 'cause your leader's Cheeks
Yo, Roc, you ducked me!
You ducked me in London, you 'member that?
It's cool, he wasn't tryin' to lose
I should drop him, make Ave pick him up, and help him find his shoes
I heard he gave you bars for this match
A couple of lines to use?
Pacific Rim: to face the monster, they got their minds to fuse
But fuck it, who cares?
'Cause if y'all niggas really get me upset...
(*Math loses his place for a few seconds*)
Yo! Y'all can hear me!?
I said if these niggas really get me upset
I tell my man, "Grab the squammies, and let's jet"
Pull up to where your family rest
My man try to hand me a TEC
I said, "Chill...(*chk-chk*)
Tonight, it's all about the 12 like Danny and Rex!" POW!
I show all you niggas how to behave
Nigga, I got gunpowder to trade
It's more power today
You see the flames comin' outta that gauge?
I'll have everybody in the core Cajun (Caucasian) comin' outta that Cave!
Hold up, hold up...
Nigga, fuck these niggas' loyalty
I guess I picked up some Hollow-ish ways
You try to back out iron, you gettin' shot: don't follow The Wave!
Yo, wake up, man! I need y'all to wake up, man
I'll have you and Surf twinnin' before this verse endin'
Air your top out, let it breathe like it's shirt linen
You fat, sloppy fuck! You probably smashin' the worst women
I take out badder (batter), picture-perfect (pitch a perfect) game like Curt Schilling
No, wait...this herb stealing
He be spittin’ out lines that ain’t his
Yo, Roc, your best man is a cheater? Look what Tay digs (Taye Diggs)!
That’s craze, kid! I can’t believe he took it that far!
If he was Muslim, he’d probably pray like, “Allahu snatch-bar”
And that's wack, bruh
You don’t got bars like that
Every time he spits a stolen line...I’mma hold up this card like that
(*Hoffa holds up a sign that says “10-4 Stolen Bars”*)
So try not to fall asleep, you know his bars type wack
And I’ll be back the next round to bring them bars right back
Hoffa
This shit dead as a motherfucker, boy...
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