[Round 1: Craig Lamar]

You wanna know what I find funny as shit, you autistic, Barack Obama-lookin' son of a bitch?

The fact that you be spittin' like your weapon'll smoke

Well keep stretching your throat

Or I'mma have my vatos stab your shit in, 'til they apple-pickin', and it ain't a Mexican joke

But flex if you want

'Cause if I don't get shit poppin' off the hook like my necklace broke

Then think famous Marilyn Monroe pose, cause you gon' get addressed with the blow

I'm supposed to believe J's a rider?

Bitch, is you gon' cut me, or cut a rug? Make your mind up!

'Cause, to me, you straight vagina!

And even though I ain't come for the bull, I came to make him comfortable

I sit him down with the fo', then let the eight recline ya

My apes'll find ya

Tell yo' bitch to pipe down 'fore I put them trays behind her

And leave your baby doll tagged from the toy, like "Made in China"

Berettas blazin', for heaven sake, I will Heaven's Gate him

Inf' beam on the top, I'll shine the light in his face like an interrogation

So set a date, and I shoot him and his bitch with no hesitation

I bet a stomach shot'll numb your hoe: that's Tina Turner during meditation!

But I hope you came out with steam, 'cause I came out to bleed

Gun like a wallet chain, the way I let the metal hang out the jeans

Nigga, two-by-fours, bet I can knock your brain out in speed

If I give you and your niggas ALL A BOARD like the train 'bout to leave!

Bitch, I pop a cal' that'll knock the smile off a midget Oscar Proud

So when the rocket BLAOW, you better step, son, like it's not your child

Chopper rounds will leave him wet when I dump tanks: I'll drop a clown

As I reach for the fire, let it ring off the thigh like a pocket dial

This queer try with me? Pure irony

Fuck apologies!

I mean, why would I patch things up, when I can give him more AR's than a weird pirate speech?

Get sheared violently, or I can find out where he nest at, appear silently

And a head shot will leave his thoughts expressed all over his pad: Dear Diary!

Keep rambling, jerk and you'll can the cannon a squirt

I ain't come here to play, mate

I leave your chest pokin' out like Pamela's shirt

Oh, you're strapped? Boy, you must be the man in the hearse

'Cause I got word from your city that the kid be missing TECs: that's an Amber alert

You was expecting a cool flush, but I'm f'in this dude up

Cause I came to push the bar like I'm trying to exit a school bus

Close-range, you better hit the deck if the tool bust

Or I'mma have the revolver spinnin' in your mouth like an electrical tooth brush

You too fucked, with everything we'll off and make ya

Try me, and I'mma raise arms like an auction wager

Chalk and slay ya, you better duck quick when we spark the blazer

Or I'mma have that Sweeper bangin' at your roof like you got noisy apartment neighbors

I don't give a fuck! I go after this clown every second

Go in to the church you get hitched in but my hounds disrespect

Start a riot in that bitch, wave the pound at the relevant

And use his daughter as my shield: I'm Nino Brown at the wedding

But where the weaponry? I air recklessly

White people rubbin' their heads against balloons

You gon' get the static here, especially

Dare to mess with me, and get cooked quick: I prepared a recipe

So don't be surprised if I make the animals from your jungle book, if I bare necessities

That nine'll clap, I press a round like a vinyl scratch

Get your spinal crack, the clip get a curve in it like a rhino's back

Silent strap, think old Playstation game

'Cause the shit I'm draggin', baby, spit fire like Spyro's pack!

Make you spiral back from a wide nose ratchet: Kyla Pratt

See, minus rap, you should stop with all this foolery

'Cause that's gon' get a tip added to your bill like gratuity

This is your eulogy

[Round 1: JC]

Why are we here? (That was fire)

I was not

'Cause I do not need validation, I am validated

So why now?

I did check the reviews on you, they not even interested in what you rhyme about

All this "I been on the block and I-!"

You didn't learn nothing from them corners? I bet you will this time out!

See, ain't nothing on them corners, but the coroner

Oh, you forgot?

'Cause, see, when you put "coroner" and forget the "o", it's "corner", but that's a whole 'nother thought

This ain't Words With Friends, my nigga, I don't know you

But what I do know is you don't handle your affairs well

Dare tell? Well, this might get ugly

Your last battle was with Born, right? Like a fight for custody

And that wasn't something you won, dummy!

CPS saw I handled Born and they tried to take my son from me

I'm sure they told you, running into me not just a bump in the road I got a galaxy flow: I'll charge at a square until something explodes!

I know you're known for chokin', right? Well, try it

Soon as he do, pump to the stomach: we know the Heimlich!

But now we gotta get quick arrangements, I put the bread out

To spray wherever than van go: it should be an expensive painting

Bitch, I'll lift the four like a Simpson wavin'

And light the whole room up like when bitches bathin'

My lane is designed for those with a special flow, which can be used as weapons so

You should go back to Spit That Heat you tryna be next to blow

This not the spot, try not to Papa Doc your big moment

See, they can't debate us when we wild, so the clips loaded

And I'm throwing more than just paper at the crowd

When I want something dead, y'all hear about that in the first round

Yeah, 'cause we move quick

Shit, they thew Ah Di in front of these bars: we been screamin' "Free Boom" since!

Free Ah Di tho', zombie flow

"I believe a man is the strongest soldier for daring to die unarmed" then, BAOW!

He get the piece after the Gandhi quote!

I'm a hypocrite

Gave both ratchets a ring: I'm a bigamist

Run, arm'll open up the back of this dummy, I'm a ventriloquist

When they told you walkin' in here was gon' get you ripped, it wasn't a fitness tip

I would go at his neck but...we know what that cause, right? And I'm tryna prevent this shit!

The scope on that rifle got accuracy, razor sharp

So much distance you couldn't even tell where the laser starts

So play your part, it's not a game

Depending on how the cards flip, you can be the one getting dropped by the ratchet

See, I done had a change of heart!

It's body bags at every battle, so make sure your homie found one

But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause it's only Round 1

[Round 2: Craig Lamar]

I say, nigga, I carry mean scorchers, flare it clean on you

You'll get your family tree put in front of a steel round like Lebanese quarters

Hang him by his feet over a piranha tank, have you ever seen torture?

Nigga, that mean we'll get you served upside down like Dairy Queen orders

Yeah I'm that mean

So you better run quick when we blast beams

Or that's Michael Jackson in a train station: a Bad scene

You ask me, and have my niggas find out where this fag' be

And put the big SIG in his mouth for talking that mobster shit, yeah see

You still a fake, I'll crack his head til the mil' break

New guns, not even Wolverine could regenerate

I'll switch weapons, lift the eight bald heads; Philip Banks

A back shot 'll make him slide on his head across the floor, nigga this one's for Lil' Saint

But I'm very well cautious, I don't air shell often

Cause I'm from 78th Street and all my niggas from Clari-Mel sparkin'

We come to your hood and shoot it up but if we don't give every male coffins

Then we back up in the spot like we parallel parking

A killer, I don't even know what you on that category for

But I got a couple MAC's, but I prefer the category four

Close up on this pussy, ain't nothin' to give this cat a gory four

When I pull something that will wet his all block up, like a category 4

But my bad, it's JC, he run with plenty raw goons

They carry everything from AK's and mini harpoons

Well nigga I got a Hawk and an Eagle so if I let this semi spark boom

You'll have birds swirling around your head like a dizzy cartoons

We can rumble, I'll show you how berserk these fist get

Fuck a gun, you don't even worth these twin TEC's

I strong arm him, nigga you'll get Hercules chin check

So if I let something cold soar across your lips it ain't a Herpes Simplex

Bitch nigga, no mercy fuck it, I'm tryin' not to glance at his ribs

Long clip look like a rack of lambs out the fridge

Gun butt him, have my niggas staying where he is

And get the steppin' like Martin kicking out his friends out the crib

Big mouth, let me show you what that shit 'bout

Got a gun in the holster and you don't wanna it dismount

You ready for war machete hit cores so if I flip out

I'ma take half off on a vet, that's a military discount

But the difference between you and me my nigga, is I'm wild professor with words

You just sound aggressive, disturbed with mild projection

But you ain't never been around essence of herbs

And I'm wild collective; observe

Well rounded with a well round that will put the sound compressor to herbs

But if I let the rockets go, y'all gon' see his flock explode like I was feeding Alka-Seltzer to birds

But if you think that you mean, fuck is up?

I'm too clean, knuckle up

See, my mood swings will have every nigga in your crew lean; buckled up

I studied my combat through Mortal Kombat so as soon as I see you swing

Fuck is up? 'Cause after this two piece

I'm comin' back with a "whoopsie" uppercut

Ya mom's a nasty bitch, I had to beat the skeezer

Dirty hoe, she can suck the marinara out of a piece'a pizza

But she's into the whole R.Kelly thing whenever I beat the skeezer

I aim at her weave then take a whiz on the tracks: that's a Khalifa feature

You done hardly hurt me, but I peeped your dick riders and it's a lot of jerkin'

Well, I got a new Nina, and the bitch bow heads, but it's not a curtsy

Got my niggas on standby, so if anybody in your party hurt me

I'm screaming, "Shoot the J!" like Prince vs Charlie Murphy

[Round 2: JC]

Welcome to the worst case scenario nigga

This is beyond politics on some honest shit

I don't even see you making it out of this

I mean I catch you on the block, extendos will do all them niggas dirty

Stephen Curry...it could get ugly, but you gon' need Under Armor for the 30!

When it's war bitch, it's time to bleed

His shit'll twist like I'm grinding weed

Stop tryin' to convince them when you rhyming please

What the fuck matters, is what I believe

And right now I don't believe half of the first half of your rap

This like WWE to y'all, you figure you can ask for a match

And when you not winning and can't get a leg up, somebody pull this savage attack

It don't work like that

You see the arms raising, it ain't the ref' with the winner after the match

The way I use the pen, the the rest'll just end up with they backs to the mat

Nigga I ride lit, cut ties quick

Cause the niggas you side with will off his head for the bill: see, that's Clinton with his side bitch

Clap birds like Denzel coming: Training Day?

Niggas try to snatch my shit

But will never be as clever as the mind that put it together, that's my shit

All this I wasn't supposed to battle due to saturation and blah blah. I'm still here

Just give me a pen; facts

I spit crack faster than Snoop in that wheelchair

Since you still here, I don't believe in his clip stuff

How you squeeze and let clips bust?

I'm waiting, I got scary patience

Gary Payton: the first nigga sneak'll get zipped up

This Glove shit, shotgun pump shit

The first visit his son drop, this is where luck stop

He'll have nightmare about the ratchet like Martin, soon as he go to sleep he kissin' them buck shots

I'm packing the tool! Two of 'em if you happen to move

And these'll be dancing: I mean, "Shaqtin' a Fool!"

This is fake danger, I can handle this on my own

I don't even take favors

I catch you and the nigga you sparring with

It's a wrap when I squeeze what's off the hip: I even waste trainers

Everybody got the same story, it's a emo special

How they back to the hood to pick up a brick, sound like Debo stretched you

See the beam that's for distance, you don't need to see a face when we throw metal

You better have something on that 40 like Debo checked you

You see why I don't debate with these niggas, it's not worth it

Niggas will still criticize the form if the shot perfect

It's just different levels in what we do, ain't no explaining how

You trained hard for this one, didn't you? Bitch, I'm training NOW!

That muzzle, that's so ain't no sound chasing for 5-0

A shot to the lungs he'll die slow

Ain't no way you can scream, blood trails just confuse forensics

But you took a L painting the scene, think about it

They can't question us over hearsay

You took a L tryna play for this team facing the King

Especially when all they had was the shots

Cops gon' look like KD chasing that ring

[Round 3: Craig Lamar]

Miguel stunt double don't want trouble and I'm not frontin'

Plain in this day I spray up your field like I'm crack dustin'

And I'm not frontin'

Riffe in my hand like I'm fox huntin'

For acting juice, we'll snap then shoot

For acting juice, we'll...snap and shoot...like old people when they forgot something!

Threes dumpin', don't make me have to leak somethin'

Calf shot, but the bullets rose at his feet like Prince Akeem comin'

Nah fuck that, let's try something new like a nail gun to your cheeks cousin

How ironic I give him a screwed face just for mean muggin'

Unload the pistol broken gristle you don't want the issue

Combat knife through his shirt

Even through the cotton he'll bring back a roll of tissue

Even my white boys on stand-by the crackers they are so official

All I have to do is give the word and they'll be yankin' your chain' I'm not jokin' with you

You niggas all sweet, but I'ma let the Lark' speak

Brraaa ta ta that shit sounds like JT showing off from the 5 Heartbeats

My heart beats when I'm off the powder

Big Red how I toss the coward to hang him off the tower

Like, "Yeah lil' nigga what's my office hours?"

See both of our minds is gifted, well mine is different kinda meant it

Condescending, the type that'll slice your lil' son's hand off and hi five you with it

Nine a pivot, grab that K shooting any ride you whip in

And turn that Sedan to a Bonny and Clyde exhibit

Quick question my nigga, are you fuckin' crazy?

Do you really think the wardrobe you wear in your battles are fuckin' wavy?

Big ass hoodies, jeans and shit my nigga...

You ain't got to dress like a killer

But how you gon' convince the crowd that you buck the .80

When you come to every battle dressed like Beaker the Muppet baby, that's fuckin' crazy

But it's off with his head, Reed tried to offer the bread

The shells coming out of this bird ain't ostriches eggs

We sparkin the led, buck shots how they all gonna spread

I let it ring around a star then call out his spirit, I'm tryna talk to the dead

But you probably think I'm making this up, nigga I'll drag your face in the mud

There'll be more wraps in this bitch than an Arabian pub

You come to my crib? I would have been done give you a slug

You woulda get X'd out soon as you got to the door like you ain't old enough to drink in the club

I'm dolo mobbin', stuck with the metal; Robocopin'

Fuck your fans I won't let the boos get to me, that was K-Ci and Jojo's problem

That .44 rock 'em leavin everybody in that fo' doors rockin'

He was the target but I'm adding more bodies to the shot, nigga we Photoshopin'

Nigga fuck you and your mama, bitch. Slept on me and the Llama

A parachute pants on this MC, I Hammer Time him

No fuck it, tie his feet to a boat and dump him

So if the sheriff bother, the cops will find J low (J.Lo) in a lake like Anaconda

[Round 3: JC]

I'ma be honest bro' you say some shit, they just don't really give a fuck about what you sayin' though

I mean if it wasn't for the fact that you had so little fans, you would have a lot more fans bro

Who am I kiddin'? It took me a battle to get where I'm at

And a nigga that struggles to complete wants to move my position? It don't work like that

Why even let this man finish? What y'all wanna show us how much this cat train?

Well the point is to jump through a ring of fire, not land in it

Well this is real hate

I snuck the arm around this bitch, like my first real date

Arm like Morpheus but it ain't red or blue when he chosin' this pill fate

Don't front now, your background...real safe

Which is fine but then give us lines about how you kill snakes

When I been in your turf, that shit literally turf... The feel (field) fake

This nigga? Off the chain tho', like Django

See that's why they believe in this man

See when you say shit about killin' me in broad they don't buy it, they just know it's important for you to think that you can

What's the point of breakin' down firearms in your bars

When soon as you put it together and try to squeeze then it jam

That's why they don't fuck with you, trust me

That's not a scheme it's a scam

They just wanna be on camera in front of all the lenses, even at the cost of livin'

And that's exactly what the can did (candid) when we caught him sleepin'

Them little bars you got, alright but to debate who's better? Bad subject

You actually told me "Go look at my footage", you not realize you chocked in half of it

That's the problem, they can do all that talkin' and it just don't really work in that same spot

How we supposed to take you serious on your purpose to take spots?

See it's cool, a perfectly placed shot his head 'll roll right off and land on his bitch, then it's her time for a permanent face swap

A lot a niggas said this was an unfair fight

But I wouldn't have took it if I care right

I mean I got bigger problems and it ain't you, so when I bomb on him for plain view it ain't an air strike

Nigga I kill for less and you look built for less so act like you hip

Your slogan is baby hair, bitches the only one I know braggin' about that type of shit

But I'm a different nigga, meant for survival

Every footprint nigga followin'

80% of these shady niggas been guilty of plagiarism since my arrival

Well since this is Validation, this is not lunch

What's sad is my accuracy means you only get this shot once

You make up a lot of shit to scream that is not tough

We can literally find more substance in a Dot punch

I snuck the ratchet in this bitch early

The shit'll do him dirty like he hit 30

All you fags can have it, then I stash the ratchet like Miss Pearly