[Round 1: Dre Dennis]
Y'all ready?
Anger management is something you gotta deal with
Fuck what the rest think
T-Rex, but when I dine, I soar (dinosaur); I'll eat ya flesh, Tink
Some predators kill animals 'till there's no more left, Tink
Ya species is now endangered, I'll leave you X'd, Tink (extinct)
This is Jersey vs Delaware, oh you brought the 302?
Bet they ain't know you about to get 3-0'd too
'Cause I'll get his cat his (hiss) fix, but that ain't new (neuter) to me
When this Jersey nigga let bullets surf, bet he'll be suing me
Them hollows out, he said "uh oh!", he turned to Lumidee
The [?] kick, from everybody, now that's gratuity
Ya squad is run by a bird, and that's ya bro 'Steen
Y'all stay at the top of the conference, but still no rings, y'all couldn't stand the heat
That killed ya whole dreams
Y'all like the Pacers, 'cause losing PG'll fuck up ya whole team
I hold steams, that time is up, that means that your time is up
I'll spray 'em, with a nine, a must, these bullets is anonymous, no names on 'em
You ain't with this drama stuff
Like thinking about ya mom naked while getting pussy, you ain't tryin' to bust
I blam eights
This battle bout to fuck up ya fanbase
I'm Ron Artest, all these punches right in yo' fan's face
I'll fuck this bitch up to show T. D. ain't a damn Jake
You the Demon?
Well we all know the devil was just a damn snake
I'll lift sir up (syrup), on top of these rounds, you want some pancakes?
But when I give your roll a blade, it ain't a damn skate
My squad is reckless, nigga damn straight
We'll clap then look the other way, that's the Fresh Prince handshake
Yo, you a Demon on Saturday and Sunday, because you pray on the week (prey on the weak)
But would you do that to Chris Bosh? A big man that stay with the Heat
If I came with the piece, would you stay on the streets?
I'll illustrate how you'll be, 'cause I can sketch your type and you would skate on a sneak
Dre on the beats
I sit these freshmen down
I'll red shirt ya crew
This clip so long I think I heard it loop
I'm loading heat outta luck, so (Lux so) I'll wave caps like I'm Murda Mook
Then get that four and (foreign) point forward like Türkoğlu, I'm merking you
You got a phantom, well I'mma leave you holy and then ghostin'
I'mma smoke 'em, make 'em hit the glass, ironic that I'm toasting
Your future's promising
But promises were meant to be broken
So I'll air a shell like I'm trying to hear the ocean
I said, you look like Poison Pen with braids, cut 'em off
It ain't 2004
Your braids look like a hair net, and you trying to war?
Well I'll get a ladder then cut that neck, then rip it until ya mind is torn
Then wear it 'round my neck like a nigga just won the Final Four
I'm fat cause I'm hungry
You starving, you don't eat
Closed mouths don't get fed, and nigga you don't speak
Basing a whole battle over size is so weak
Cause what they call you when you heavy, wait, obese
Y'all ready?
Anger management is something you gotta deal with
Fuck what the rest think
T-Rex, but when I dine, I soar (dinosaur); I'll eat ya flesh, Tink
Some predators kill animals 'till there's no more left, Tink
Ya species is now endangered, I'll leave you X'd, Tink (extinct)
This is Jersey vs Delaware, oh you brought the 302?
Bet they ain't know you about to get 3-0'd too
'Cause I'll get his cat his (hiss) fix, but that ain't new (neuter) to me
When this Jersey nigga let bullets surf, bet he'll be suing me
Them hollows out, he said "uh oh!", he turned to Lumidee
The [?] kick, from everybody, now that's gratuity
Ya squad is run by a bird, and that's ya bro 'Steen
Y'all stay at the top of the conference, but still no rings, y'all couldn't stand the heat
That killed ya whole dreams
Y'all like the Pacers, 'cause losing PG'll fuck up ya whole team
I hold steams, that time is up, that means that your time is up
I'll spray 'em, with a nine, a must, these bullets is anonymous, no names on 'em
You ain't with this drama stuff
Like thinking about ya mom naked while getting pussy, you ain't tryin' to bust
I blam eights
This battle bout to fuck up ya fanbase
I'm Ron Artest, all these punches right in yo' fan's face
I'll fuck this bitch up to show T. D. ain't a damn Jake
You the Demon?
Well we all know the devil was just a damn snake
I'll lift sir up (syrup), on top of these rounds, you want some pancakes?
But when I give your roll a blade, it ain't a damn skate
My squad is reckless, nigga damn straight
We'll clap then look the other way, that's the Fresh Prince handshake
Yo, you a Demon on Saturday and Sunday, because you pray on the week (prey on the weak)
But would you do that to Chris Bosh? A big man that stay with the Heat
If I came with the piece, would you stay on the streets?
I'll illustrate how you'll be, 'cause I can sketch your type and you would skate on a sneak
Dre on the beats
I sit these freshmen down
I'll red shirt ya crew
This clip so long I think I heard it loop
I'm loading heat outta luck, so (Lux so) I'll wave caps like I'm Murda Mook
Then get that four and (foreign) point forward like Türkoğlu, I'm merking you
You got a phantom, well I'mma leave you holy and then ghostin'
I'mma smoke 'em, make 'em hit the glass, ironic that I'm toasting
Your future's promising
But promises were meant to be broken
So I'll air a shell like I'm trying to hear the ocean
I said, you look like Poison Pen with braids, cut 'em off
It ain't 2004
Your braids look like a hair net, and you trying to war?
Well I'll get a ladder then cut that neck, then rip it until ya mind is torn
Then wear it 'round my neck like a nigga just won the Final Four
I'm fat cause I'm hungry
You starving, you don't eat
Closed mouths don't get fed, and nigga you don't speak
Basing a whole battle over size is so weak
Cause what they call you when you heavy, wait, obese
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