[Round 1: 100 Bulletz]
This battle's just like ya kid; a ugly mistake
You'll get stabbed while you running
That's how I cut to the chase
Arsonal and Mystique ... The ratchet buttin (butt in) ya face
This is gon' be such a Notorious death
Puffy and Mase gon’ come to the wake
Back off, I ain’t slap boxin’
I'm here to catch bodies and stack coffins
It's like watchin’ a URL battle... let's skip all the Smack talkin
You battle raps Muhammad Ali? Nice punches and the footage crazy
Naw, you Muhammed Ali cuz ya back against the ropes and ya future lookin’ shaky
9:09 I'm at his front door, 9:10, he in plain sight
Stick him with a box cutter, 9:11... take flight
Sudden infant death, I’ll turn ya crib to a grave sight
Real talk, I'm nuts on the low (Loe Pesci), Daylyt
Want beef, I brought a steak knife, Chill a’ get ya grill split
You gonna lose 3-0 to 100, nigga! Real quick!
Oh Lord… BIG, PAC, Proof Bulletz send rappers to Heaven?
I’m ebola, thought I was gone but I’m back in the flesh n’
Class is in session… it's perfection, when I’m craftin a lesson
Big T on a leather couch, it’ll leave a lastin’ impression
How Chilla grabbin the weapon but ya click got no bodies droppin’
Forrest Gump, this dummy sit the bench but do a lotta talkin
Ya lil chick saw my Johnson … and did the McCauley Culkin
I ain't touch her though, them lips got more niggas off than Johnny Cochran
Losin’ not a option, the pound to him ain’t a calorie gained
You’ll see Jerome capped n’ (captain) on ice like the Calgary flames
This battle's just like ya kid; a ugly mistake
You'll get stabbed while you running
That's how I cut to the chase
Arsonal and Mystique ... The ratchet buttin (butt in) ya face
This is gon' be such a Notorious death
Puffy and Mase gon’ come to the wake
Back off, I ain’t slap boxin’
I'm here to catch bodies and stack coffins
It's like watchin’ a URL battle... let's skip all the Smack talkin
You battle raps Muhammad Ali? Nice punches and the footage crazy
Naw, you Muhammed Ali cuz ya back against the ropes and ya future lookin’ shaky
9:09 I'm at his front door, 9:10, he in plain sight
Stick him with a box cutter, 9:11... take flight
Sudden infant death, I’ll turn ya crib to a grave sight
Real talk, I'm nuts on the low (Loe Pesci), Daylyt
Want beef, I brought a steak knife, Chill a’ get ya grill split
You gonna lose 3-0 to 100, nigga! Real quick!
Oh Lord… BIG, PAC, Proof Bulletz send rappers to Heaven?
I’m ebola, thought I was gone but I’m back in the flesh n’
Class is in session… it's perfection, when I’m craftin a lesson
Big T on a leather couch, it’ll leave a lastin’ impression
How Chilla grabbin the weapon but ya click got no bodies droppin’
Forrest Gump, this dummy sit the bench but do a lotta talkin
Ya lil chick saw my Johnson … and did the McCauley Culkin
I ain't touch her though, them lips got more niggas off than Johnny Cochran
Losin’ not a option, the pound to him ain’t a calorie gained
You’ll see Jerome capped n’ (captain) on ice like the Calgary flames
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