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[Round 1: Tay Roc]
Just know in one of these rounds I’ma do you something tragic
Which means either you gone get bodied
Or have a fucking classic
I’m the one that spazzes
Treat every battle like Summer Madness
Sleep on me til that comfy bed become a casket
Faggot, did Smack sign you up to die or what?
Good with the clippers, I bet he fade when I line him up
The 9 is tucked and this iron buck
If you try your luck like you’re drunk
Take a shot to the head; that’s bottoms up
I’m being blunt, but you ain’t high enough
I’m the type to kick it with you
Then kick in your door and tie you up
I caught him with his bitch, I had time enough
I whipped out my blade and laid my MAC down
She knew I wasn’t tryna fuck
Goon shit and this hockey mask like A Mighty Duck
With a hockey stick I’m treating his head like a hockey puck
His head would’ve had enough knots, but that’s not enough
I beat this nigga like the soda machine when my dollar’s stuck
We take change like a Spade’s game, get your diamonds cut
We strapped with them ladders in the whip; that’s a fire truck
That shotty dump, leave drama slumped
Docs ain’t seen nobody
With this many bucks on him since Donald Trump
Time is up, let me catch you with your soft squad
I take every shot with no assist; I’m a ballhog
I don’t leave a witness to call log
Like I’ll get you hit with a sawed-off
And every nigga that saw off’d
That’s wordplay, I got plenty more though
Like if it’s war and they send me
All you’ll get hit with a semi-auto
This nigga act up tonight, he won’t see tomorrow
Money should’ve left me alone like I need to borrow
Dig me? You an actual dead guy, gun bar king
Niggas get clapped when the lead fly
You’ll be suited looking like a bachelor just died
Leave you laying in a casket, that’s half of his bed size
That’s how I pray for all of them
Your daughter, and ya aunt and them
You gotta call 9-11, my niggas plain bomb on them
I’m like fuck you and your squadron
I always look in a bulls-eye when I’m targeting
Pardon him, but dude is tripping
Til I turn into Bishop off this Juice I’m sipping
But the difference
I can shoot through houses with this tool I’m gripping
These choppers hold extensions, but this new edition
Through the scope I could hit kids, I got supervision
I can clear a lot when this Uz’ sprayed off
I went to Newark and dropped a K and copped a new AR
That’s two guns to knock this toupee off
I let one ring, one on hold; that’s a two way call
You ain’t hard I don’t believe whatever you confess
I got navigation for whatever you address
I’ll get you robbed for whatever you have left
Like exorcisms, taking him off of whatever he posses
I got bars, gun line after gun line, in fact
You saw what I did to the last rookie from Pontiac
I sent his soul where Rich Dollarz at
You see URL needed some type of Magic
To bring that Zombie back
I fuck niggas up, more than likely a fag dying
I’ll leave a golf ball hole in one when I grab iron
JC you ran into Roc at a bad timing
You the second Pontiac I fucked up, I got bad driving
I take what I want, there’s no asking them
I couldn’t wait to punch his mic around, Joe Jackson them
It’s only right that I’m toe tagging him, close casket them
Have bullets going in and out of Carter, dope trafficking
[Round 1: JC]
Aye, this a big business
You gotta become a savage in seconds
Make a lasting impression and stick with it
Now this could either help you or harm you
And I ain’t exactly been known for gift giving
Besides, every arm I’ve ever lent done had clips in it
Now you can stand here and act like this can’t turn up
You’ve been awfully quiet
But if I get bored with you, a board hit you, nigga I’ll start a riot
I tried to tell him right when he signed he was out of his mind
But y’all wanna ignore this shit, now I’m torching the 5th
They gone have to wrap him up
And get spatulas for what the coroners missed
Now them basic rhymes
But I’m facing time for these innovative lines
They played rewind, said you was nice, basically lying
Now you get all throwaways, watch, just for wasting my time
One call, your fam missing. I’m van whipping
He using a bus pass, I pass bustin’ past the bus
Caught him in public tran-slipping
But what you want me to do?
You want me to flip your little bars and tell you who you lost to? See, that’s where these boys lost
I ain’t even give a fuck about who you were until the coin toss
But they all know me, right? And dog not waiting
And a portion of that come from my Kevorkian practise
I damn near lost all my patience
Now to them, that could mean absolutely nothing
To him, that’s a bad life
That passion gone get him past Christ
When niggas see the shit from my pen, men ship-jump
I write that nice!
A nigga showed me a picture of Roc and said „You wanna throw darts for fun?”
I said elaborate, he showed me a list of names, said target one
I said you know what? I don’t care about NONE of them niggas
He said you sound like all of us
So y’all talk to son and let him know y’all knew he was a bitch before I called him one
But, y’all think this a match? Well y’all trippin’
You the reason kings sacrifice pawns, nigga
Push that button
All you gone see is men in black and cars flipping
Y’all victims, y’all can play that
But we’re preditors, we breed better, y’all need effort
Even though they saying your quotes
They think you a joke; you Heath Ledger
Now let’s just say this a even match…
And believe in fact you are nice and they didn’t lie
You got me, so you don’t know whether you’re being rewarded or penalized
Let’s get it simplified: They don’t want you ahead, they wanted your head. To disarm a unarmed G
And the fact that they even wanna broadcast this broad’s cast is beyond me
But this is way more than a step down for me
This is a free-fall, no parachute
But a pair of paramount picture sized clips
That’s what I’ve prepared for you
Now apparently he don’t know what I mean by paramount
So picture this…
A shot from each hammer across you; that’s a pair amount
No, picture this: one arm for each half of his crew
I’ll pair ’em out
Pop a flare, y’all gon let these broke niggas die like ObamaCare
This my section. And when I get to dissecting this dyke’s section he gone die in seconds
Prove me wrong, them clips movie long
I don’t give a fuck if you can act, out here you got the starring role: you that main nigga we shooting at
See we shooting straps
You unarmed niggas ain’t shooting back
Y’all try to run, we shooting backs
Gats is sparking. He wanted action? Start it
You a active target, but my click poppin’ with big choppers that’ll knock Big Momma back to Martin!
But let’s bring truth to it
Targets, we don’t move around ’em but we move through it
But you stupid for letting them mourning your death
Just for YouTubing
You know what he told me? „Spare you”
You know what I told him? „Find a spare you!”
You expendable, I got a scope
He interviewed during his interview
That chest shot gave him a inner view of the inner you
You know what’s funny? I go all over killing dudes
Y’all seen me, is this new? I was taught to go long running with whoever head they pitching to
But this is who I end up with…
I’m glad you still around for this shit
But do not go back to that Cave yet
Cause there’s still two more rounds of this shit
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