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Round 1:
100 Bulletz vs Julian Carter, lets set it off with facts
Every battle he gon’ knock you out, lil’ boy talkin’ smack
Try swingin’ at my home base, that’s foul right off the bat
I will drop the gloves an’ son Carter… no hockey scrap
You lost to T-Dubb O; I put O in a bag! Dubb sacks
Left that Crip leakin red, now he safe where Bloods at
The Tommy for this Rugrat; No car seat but son strapped
Toe to toe, J’s getting’ stepped on like the clubs packed
Faggoty Twirls… he does that: gave Calicoe… a sponge bath
Jay, you are ass! I see that’s somethin’ I gotta run back
“J-u-r-a-s-s-i-c,” spelled Jurassic for this dumb ass
Cuz this Raptor City, we boo Carter every time he come back!
I’ll snatch Jay J’s, for Good Times, arms clappin’… Dynamite
If the Nina singin’ in front of ya crib it won’t be a silent night
The Feds want answers; lookin’ for JC but ain’t findin’ Christ
Cuz I’m speedin of with Jules in the trunk like a diamond heist
Head shot! Bullets follow the beam like a guiding light
Want suicidal I’ll pill, caps in ya mouth, no cyanide
You a buster in the ring, but ain’t no upset this title fight
I’m Don King, puttin’ niggas in da box with an Iron Mic
I’ll bruise Carter with the Cowboy, when this star wars, I kill a clone
Stay schemin’! Long rounds put you to sleep… Chilla Jones
The way he talk like he hella hard, you’d think he caught a felon charge
His Caustic battle’s the closest he ever been to the cell n’ bars
You knew you was getting bodied; you a pessimist loser!
Why? Oh you see why! I see why n’ I see a “L” in ya future!
This dummy don’t get it! I shoulda spelled it out sooner
You cynical; Y-O-U C-Y-N-I-C-A-L in ya future
They didn’t stop you at the border, that’s the reason you lost
Read the bible; you know what happens when JC get across?
Jesus Christ, keep talkin’ bout the masses you lead
You gettin’ nailed with the hammer, for the trash that you said
Judas me, you get left hangin’, gaspin for breath
N’ this time JC ain’t comin’ back from the dead
Round 2:
You the same size as Chuckee! This child’s play! Don’t toy with me!
The Arm out! Nap kins with the trey if you ordered beef
You’ll be floatin’ in a lake if you wanna test ya boy… and see
Fast forward: You’ll be floatin in a lake if you wanna test ya buoyance
But Bulletz never popped nothin’, yeah, that’s what they all said
I’ma husky Canadian! I got at an igloo n’ a dog sled?
Naw…To battles I led dogs… ya givin Bulletz easy wins, these niggas all dead!
Reverse that! dead all niggas! These wins easy! Bulletz givin ya dogs lead!
I been through Hell and back with Spawn powers, puttin’ in Lebron hours
When the Heat is on I’m suited for the win like Juwon Howard
A lethal sport! The People’s Court; bang hammers if we want it settled
You don’t murder guys, around danger, you turn n’ hide… Dr. Jekyll
You agreed to battle Daylyt, ducked n’ took a match with me
He got pissed, you got shook… ran… never paid back the league
When a killer in the hood plottin’ to sneak you… it ain’t Assassins Creed
This snake in the lawn, fakin’ so long we just had to cut the grass to see
I bet they still bring you Crayon’s at Applebee’s, n’ you steal em when they not lookin’
You Bill Cosby in Jell-O ads; the way you make money is off putting
Respect as a man, you get none; videos twerkin for a child molester, you did one;
If you ever been shot, it was the “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids” Gun
A said, “Little man bars is somethin’ you gotta deal with
So, no matter how far you go to battle… it’s still technically a field trip.”
You get that Joey Jihad in Flemo Park, grab his feet; dragged to Parma
I’ma leave you with a holey grill if I hit u with this magnum Carter
JC God’s Son? I Made You Look like and amateur either way
It ain’t Hard To Tell, All I Need is One Mic to Ether J
All that drive n’ hit a brick wall; that’s a bag for this crash dummy
You a Baby son, these punches lean Carter 4 that Cash Money
When JC poppin’ N’ Sync; too easy, I could flip harder
If I catch him dacnin’ in a Backstreet… Boy, that’s when bullets Nick Carter
You better Conceal vest or still own gats; Cuz it’s Rocky when I Get Carter
After ya date with Destiny Child, that little I.V on ya hip Carter
Now, that’s beyond say, your average bar; if ya’ll think this kid’ll play me?
You niggas crazy; that .40 blue carter like Jigga Baby
Ya name’s Julian Cater, breakin it down shouldn’t be hard
When Bulletz hit J, you lian, on a cart in the E.R
Round 3:
I talked to ya boys out in Pontiac; n’ little Julie need to fall back
Real Talk: You got no car, no job, you don’t hustle, these are all facts!
You live with your cock-eyed sister, who looks like Bubbles, in a small flat
That’s a Trailer Park… Boy:, I’m leavin’ Julian dressed in all black
Here’s some more facts: You a deadbeat dad who ain’t’ raisin ya kid
You ain’t seen ya son in a minute; you should’ve named him Eclipse
Every kid need a father figure, I guess yours wasn’t afforded one
Oh yeah, you scared of Daylyt? Maybe that’s why you avoid ya son
He’ll say he got the mack on his lap, while he mackin’ on some chicks
Ain’t trappin, or 6’5 but he imaginin’ he is
Look in the mirror; this reflection is what actually exists
Of course you want me to take that mirror down, you been actin like a Bish
You know it’s death when decay involved, Silky Johnson with all these haters ya’ll
Back slappin’ n macs clappin… it look like the Players Ball
This kid ain’t bussin in a school block, you supposed to be a pistol popper
You a No Limit Soldier, ya brother C-Murder like Silk the Shocker
Missin’ longer than Jimmy Hoffa, find ya Granny, lift the walker
Now, you buyin’ her a cane, Carter, like the wrongfully convicted boxer
Versatile; Decidin’ which craft to kill him like Wiccan doctors
The GTA: But it’s San Andreas if you see Jay with the chopper
I’m on ya neighbourhood, the .45 singin’ like Mr. Rogers
You see the long nose in the jeans like Scotty Pippen father
On Christmas, I found Cole in my house more than Martin & Gina
Sing and dance round Bulletz, you play the part of Selena
This match bring racquet to the net when I swing hard as Serena
Rock the Boat, you crash, burn and ripped apart like Aaliyah
Either J-Lo or that ring leave a Marc on a diva
For paper, I’ll roll up leave J sparked like Khalifa
Ya bodies lyin everywhere if we sparred in arenas
No! Bodies, lion, everywhere… that’s a Spartan arena
Combine wordplay and punchiness this here what you got
The illest rapper spittin on the camera since 2Pac
You shoulda wore a Teflon Jason mask, and a bullet proof hoodie too
Cuz they was right… guns don’t kill people…. BULLETZ DO!”
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