[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty vers’ the Devil Bar Bill Collector
Off the rip believe he dyin'
A clean sweep, 3-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say the Alien be sittin’ on bars like E.T. ridin'
That nigga Showout must've kickin' you wit' some Timb' boots
We all thought you had the burner 'til we seen how he did you
I done been through some shit too
But my stories don't include not havin’ heat, and havin’ my lights put out...but Bill's do (due)
That nigga Kostya Tszyu’d you
I heard you did the Zab Judah noodle legs when he dropped you cause you was talkin' stupid
Please, lеt's try to keep the gas separate
Causе this gon' have Bill’s (k)not included
Pull up, out the van do', that's how I'ma shoot it
Get hit a 100 meters from the black sprinter, that's Carl Lewis
I'm ruthless
I told the nigga watch how he speak, but he kept talkin'
Lose ya life, if ya can't get right, it's a death patna
Muzzle flash, see it flare at the end like a bell bottom
And at home? I'm a body Collector like Jeff Dahmer
Or what I should prolly say, is chest shots, his heart got eight (ate)
Take off a face, arm or leg
It's just Collector body parts when the barrel blew (blue) like Dahmer's place
I'm not for play
A-R with a scope, I can make all the Loud shatter if I concentrate
This type material? Get under they skin, like fiber glass
You can compare the difference in the rounds; Venn Diagrams
Scope on it, got me squintin' through the lens, it's an eye exam
Kalashnikov, pull somethin' Russian (rushin') out on Bill, it's a dine and dash
My killers will regroup, then spin on the scene too
You gon' get an open casket so niggas can see you
I tell 'em, "Hit everything except (accept) Bill's face up" like vending machine do
Stomach shot, pushin' Bill's back out... that's a vending machine too
Swing through
Have you ever been talkin' to one of ya big dawgs, and he was pissed off
But you couldn't say nothin' cause you did wrong
So you just had to sit there and just listen to the homie vent (home event), that sound like this card
Picked off, don't play wit' us
You gon' take a slug and lay in blood
Show you what this razor does
Take a layer of skin off Loud like a cicada bug
It ain't no love
You better pick another route, you try some fraudulent shit on the west? Well take this into account
I'll kill a nigga now, one out the steel blaze, tryin' to make Bill pass, so I send it (Senate) at the House
Watch ya mouth
I'ma put ya body six feet in the dirt, for good measures
You'll get turned into taxidermy if you bull-headed
I start off with gettin' rid of the body like Goodfellas
Let it fly, then stick Bill in the trunk, like a woodpecker
Ain't shit that you could tell us, that's what I'm on
You thinkin' this is gonna be classic, you wrong
And after this I gotta talk to the Landlord
Cause they usually hate when you got Traffic at home
You'se a hoe
Aye, you won't be slidin' out I doubt it
That nigga put a golf ball around yo' eye and clowned about it
You ain't get shit crackin' or fire rounds about it
You got yo' shit cracked then wrote some fire rounds about it
Aye, that couldn't have been on my account
Cause if I get did like that, my niggas get to slidin' out
Won't be shit for me to rhyme about
You was supposed to lose it, pull a Cannon and get Show' back, you Wild 'N Out
I'll let a .50 ring
I be doin' shit dolo, I ain't even need to get the team
Cause I'm really that nigga on my own, Bill, like Prince Akeem
Bitch I'm him
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself!)
We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty vers’ the Devil Bar Bill Collector
Off the rip believe he dyin'
A clean sweep, 3-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say the Alien be sittin’ on bars like E.T. ridin'
That nigga Showout must've kickin' you wit' some Timb' boots
We all thought you had the burner 'til we seen how he did you
I done been through some shit too
But my stories don't include not havin’ heat, and havin’ my lights put out...but Bill's do (due)
That nigga Kostya Tszyu’d you
I heard you did the Zab Judah noodle legs when he dropped you cause you was talkin' stupid
Please, lеt's try to keep the gas separate
Causе this gon' have Bill’s (k)not included
Pull up, out the van do', that's how I'ma shoot it
Get hit a 100 meters from the black sprinter, that's Carl Lewis
I'm ruthless
I told the nigga watch how he speak, but he kept talkin'
Lose ya life, if ya can't get right, it's a death patna
Muzzle flash, see it flare at the end like a bell bottom
And at home? I'm a body Collector like Jeff Dahmer
Or what I should prolly say, is chest shots, his heart got eight (ate)
Take off a face, arm or leg
It's just Collector body parts when the barrel blew (blue) like Dahmer's place
I'm not for play
A-R with a scope, I can make all the Loud shatter if I concentrate
This type material? Get under they skin, like fiber glass
You can compare the difference in the rounds; Venn Diagrams
Scope on it, got me squintin' through the lens, it's an eye exam
Kalashnikov, pull somethin' Russian (rushin') out on Bill, it's a dine and dash
My killers will regroup, then spin on the scene too
You gon' get an open casket so niggas can see you
I tell 'em, "Hit everything except (accept) Bill's face up" like vending machine do
Stomach shot, pushin' Bill's back out... that's a vending machine too
Swing through
Have you ever been talkin' to one of ya big dawgs, and he was pissed off
But you couldn't say nothin' cause you did wrong
So you just had to sit there and just listen to the homie vent (home event), that sound like this card
Picked off, don't play wit' us
You gon' take a slug and lay in blood
Show you what this razor does
Take a layer of skin off Loud like a cicada bug
It ain't no love
You better pick another route, you try some fraudulent shit on the west? Well take this into account
I'll kill a nigga now, one out the steel blaze, tryin' to make Bill pass, so I send it (Senate) at the House
Watch ya mouth
I'ma put ya body six feet in the dirt, for good measures
You'll get turned into taxidermy if you bull-headed
I start off with gettin' rid of the body like Goodfellas
Let it fly, then stick Bill in the trunk, like a woodpecker
Ain't shit that you could tell us, that's what I'm on
You thinkin' this is gonna be classic, you wrong
And after this I gotta talk to the Landlord
Cause they usually hate when you got Traffic at home
You'se a hoe
Aye, you won't be slidin' out I doubt it
That nigga put a golf ball around yo' eye and clowned about it
You ain't get shit crackin' or fire rounds about it
You got yo' shit cracked then wrote some fire rounds about it
Aye, that couldn't have been on my account
Cause if I get did like that, my niggas get to slidin' out
Won't be shit for me to rhyme about
You was supposed to lose it, pull a Cannon and get Show' back, you Wild 'N Out
I'll let a .50 ring
I be doin' shit dolo, I ain't even need to get the team
Cause I'm really that nigga on my own, Bill, like Prince Akeem
Bitch I'm him
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself!)
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