[Round 1: Johnie Alcatraz]
Now I think this nigga Norbes trying to play me
How many more Midwest flunkies I gotta step on before they give me JC?
Aye, J, I know what you thinking, right, the nerve of me
But y'all niggas far from Detroit, Jersey's right here It's not one shook nerve in me
With the scalpel I make all tops see (autopsy) him get the gas trick (gastric)
By pass (bypass) me then it's surgery
Dogs never crap where they lay, let me repeat that
In other words I will get this Star Trekked
If I find out William shat near (Shatner) where I sleep at
But I don't think y'all got that, that was dope as fuck
SLOW IT DOWN! Fuck that!
This fat nigga already slow enough
When I battled Qleen I was anxious like fuck it nigga, I can't wait
But in reality if I would've went second, it would've looked like a body
I ain't wanna ruin his fan base
Hand to God that's probably something that y'all didn't know
It's all good, that battle I played the Bishop role
The pistol blow, I be wildin' when that gat spark
And trying to turn a 3D nigga into a flat target
Catch 'em pickin' his kids up from football practice
With the MAC cartridge, I'll get to clappin' the can'
That'll open the back of his van like the Black Market
But he don't drive a van, do he?
He drive a 1928 Delta
The shit won't even get 'em to the shelter
The copper lead separate bones, when that toolie fire
So it's gon' be at least two brakes (breaks) in the car like a student driver
Now I gotta give another nigga from the D-12, Shady set
That Mag clap, he flashback like an 80's vet
That SIG (cig) burn his ribs like a lazy chef
Aye Magic, we got another nigga that'll probably rock a jersey dress
Switchblades that'll burst his neck, you wanna fight?
The worst is next I'll duck and land a hook that'll throw his teeth into the crowd Like DNA vs. Tech
I gave his bitch a shot of the juice, now she need the potion
Grab my package and leave, she wet, I leave her open
That's cause my dick like German bloomers
Once I show her the schnitzel it lead the hoes in (Lederhosen)
I pull my dick out and bang her in her soft parts
Ass fuck, tit fuck, I get them boobies trapped like Raiders Of The Lost Ark
Silencer on the toast, you don't know who did it, it's like a dog fart
All the match ups for tonight looked good
Until I seen this sweet shit on the card, this ain't Hallmark
Nothing positive can come from him getting tough
Except a 50 Cent song, I will beat this pussy up
The chopper cut 'em down to size if he try to see me
So this tub a lard will lose a foot like diabetes
Niggas that show muscle got clammy hands when it come to the gun
So don't lob stares at me like you don't know who I'm is
Cause if he nicks (Knicks) me he gon have to call Amare
Or at least someone that big
Shells fish for 'em, have em doing the crab walk when I scallop his wig
I'm fuckin III up and as far as that nigga eating I could take a landslide from a cash just like Calicoe did
Dice gang!
Now I think this nigga Norbes trying to play me
How many more Midwest flunkies I gotta step on before they give me JC?
Aye, J, I know what you thinking, right, the nerve of me
But y'all niggas far from Detroit, Jersey's right here It's not one shook nerve in me
With the scalpel I make all tops see (autopsy) him get the gas trick (gastric)
By pass (bypass) me then it's surgery
Dogs never crap where they lay, let me repeat that
In other words I will get this Star Trekked
If I find out William shat near (Shatner) where I sleep at
But I don't think y'all got that, that was dope as fuck
SLOW IT DOWN! Fuck that!
This fat nigga already slow enough
When I battled Qleen I was anxious like fuck it nigga, I can't wait
But in reality if I would've went second, it would've looked like a body
I ain't wanna ruin his fan base
Hand to God that's probably something that y'all didn't know
It's all good, that battle I played the Bishop role
The pistol blow, I be wildin' when that gat spark
And trying to turn a 3D nigga into a flat target
Catch 'em pickin' his kids up from football practice
With the MAC cartridge, I'll get to clappin' the can'
That'll open the back of his van like the Black Market
But he don't drive a van, do he?
He drive a 1928 Delta
The shit won't even get 'em to the shelter
The copper lead separate bones, when that toolie fire
So it's gon' be at least two brakes (breaks) in the car like a student driver
Now I gotta give another nigga from the D-12, Shady set
That Mag clap, he flashback like an 80's vet
That SIG (cig) burn his ribs like a lazy chef
Aye Magic, we got another nigga that'll probably rock a jersey dress
Switchblades that'll burst his neck, you wanna fight?
The worst is next I'll duck and land a hook that'll throw his teeth into the crowd Like DNA vs. Tech
I gave his bitch a shot of the juice, now she need the potion
Grab my package and leave, she wet, I leave her open
That's cause my dick like German bloomers
Once I show her the schnitzel it lead the hoes in (Lederhosen)
I pull my dick out and bang her in her soft parts
Ass fuck, tit fuck, I get them boobies trapped like Raiders Of The Lost Ark
Silencer on the toast, you don't know who did it, it's like a dog fart
All the match ups for tonight looked good
Until I seen this sweet shit on the card, this ain't Hallmark
Nothing positive can come from him getting tough
Except a 50 Cent song, I will beat this pussy up
The chopper cut 'em down to size if he try to see me
So this tub a lard will lose a foot like diabetes
Niggas that show muscle got clammy hands when it come to the gun
So don't lob stares at me like you don't know who I'm is
Cause if he nicks (Knicks) me he gon have to call Amare
Or at least someone that big
Shells fish for 'em, have em doing the crab walk when I scallop his wig
I'm fuckin III up and as far as that nigga eating I could take a landslide from a cash just like Calicoe did
Dice gang!
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