[Round 1: Fonz]

Hold it down, hold it down

Yo, after I fuck this nigga up, I'mma be #1 for Champion of the Year

'Cause, nigga, I done had a crazy run

Kings vs. Queens 3, UM5, SM12

A lotta bread, I done made me some

They said they weren't fuckin' wit' Fonz on Summer Madness

They ain't faze me none

'Cause Smack seen how I handled the boos (booze), then he gave me...

They said all I do is PUNCH!

Nigga, stop it!

And if all I do is punch, then, nigga, (block it!)

And y'all know how this thing gon' go

All that tough shit just gon' make a nigga swing on bro

Throw that Crip shit in my face, then the heat gon' blow

EST Gee: they said I (eye) fucked up, but now this nigga can't C (see) no mo'!

You want zero smoke!

That tough act gon' gеt a nigga SHOT!

I'm a used car salesman: I let this lеmon off a lot!

Put a nigga in a box

We do not do cameras

Hop out, chrome-grippin', pole (Po) kickin': that's Kung Fu Panda

Bro dead!

It's gon' start wit' a kick, then end wit' a grip: it's a moped

Left hook! Right hook! His nose bled

The Alien sleep on his feet: he a Conehead

Yeah! (x9)

Yeah, this battle got me some mo' bread

But I been spazzin', bitch

Wit' this rappin' and trappin' shit

Yeah, we had bags of sniff, and sent them on acid trips

Peter Pan

You know what I did to put food on my table?

You couldn't even imagine, Nit' (it)

But we had bags of that, and jars of this

And the bags was fat, and the jars was thick

I'm talkin' highs and the lows, nigga, all for cheap

If you want it, you can talk to me

I got a connect on the 'bows like Glorilla and Cardi B

Talk is cheap!

Nigga, talk is cheap!

Fuck all that Insane shit!

Nigga, you gon' have to show me you crazy

'Cause for a zip, my man'll put a hole in your lady

But for 125 grams, Rum, he'll put fo' in (and) a baby

I ain't no Internet nigga!

My name shouldn't be in your mentions

I really be in the trenches

And all these niggas who holla they (holiday) wit' the 4th is finna be in da pendants (Independence)

Relentless!

Nigga, we ain't gotta drag this shit out

You gave Geechi 75 racks

So when you die, you can't even pay for your funeral

It's gon' be too much cash to dish out

They gon' have to cremate you, and give your remains to your daughters

And your kids gon' have to ration Nit' (it) out

I'll trash this bitch house!

We do home invasions - nigga, ask around

I'll catch you in that Crip mansion wit' Geechi, and run up in that mu'fucka blastin' rounds

How ironic - a Insane nigga in a Nut house (nuthouse)

And everybody in that room gettin' patted (padded) down

Drag you out!

That's when the heater get to blammin'

Nosy-ass neighbor, I can see that he Hispanic

I thought he was callin' Gotti

'Cause he kept yellin' out, "Bay! Ay!"

But that's "B&E" in Spanish!

Tragic!

It don't matter if he run with Crips

He gon' leave wit' a ruptured disc, busted lip

Overhand slump this bitch

Underhand make a soft bald (softball) nigga adjust his pitch

Clutch a stick!

Nigga, somethin' out the chrome'll fly

Drive-by, steel (still) wavin' like a long goodbye

Your bro gon' die!

Man, I've been tryin' to kill this man for months

But they told me I had to change the pace up just so I can stand a chance with bruh

Y'all be playin' too much

You know the difference from a soft jab and a Hulk smash?

I know how to land a punch

I know you're all fans of bruh

And all that talk of how the cans'll dump

How his shotty'll blam niggas

New .40s wit' hair-triggers

And wit' that type of content, Nit' (continent), you can never body a Land nigga

It's scary for ya

I've been killin' shit all year, and I ain't gotta change in front of this bum nigga

So stop expectin' me to spare a Quarter!

Prepare for torture

Bullets rain, look like a hell of a light storm

They found the Alien on the streets, and I don't think that's an intelligent life form

Get a bitch smoked

Acid breakin' down a Quarter like a marketing team

That shit gross!

Big toast!

You know how long I been holdin' this P (pee)!?

[Don Marino]

How long?

[Fonz]

I really got a pistol! (gotta piss tho')

Get did wrong!

And I'm out in Arizona lookin' for him

By myself, 'cause I don't want a co-de' to turn fed on me

He got KG wit' him? That's cool

I got some lead on me

And long as they got the bread for me

Then I'mma take Rum and Poet (po' it) out, on the dead homies

And a nigga can't stop that shit!

Once a bitch gets shot, that's it!

One to the mug, will spill Rum, on his $25,000 alpaca rug

And you can't get it out if you scrub

Nigga, you gon' have to BLOTCH that shit!

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]

Y'all ready?

Rum Nitty vers' Vince Young

My fault, my fault, my fault, I slipped up

Rum Nitty vers' the Fonz, Ty Bogan

This bitch done

Off the rip, believe he dyin'

A clean sweep, threepeat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin'

They say the Alien be sittin' on bars...(like E.T. ridin')

This is finna be a war for the books

So fuck a time limit this battle

I told Troy, "Let me cook"

And this lil' nigga Fonz (finds) a dead man, soon as it starts, like Boyz n the Hood

I'm the reason they be runnin'!

It won't be easy you try and get me out my spot

I'm just keepin' it 100

At least (lease) that's what they wanted

I don't gotta pay

The squad'll (squatter) move on you for free

That shit is nothin'

In somethin' rented-

Y'all jumpin' too early

I'm the reason why they runnin'!

It won't be easy you try and get me out my spot

I'm just keepin' it 100

At least (lease) that's what they wanted

I don't gotta pay

The squad'll (squatter) move on you for free

That shit is nothin'

Pull up in somethin' rented, and it's tinted (tenant) out

Now the Land Lord a victim (evict 'em)

But I don't need no kinda judgement!

Switch the subject!

This nigga gah-bage

How is he even in a conversation with me?

Y'all just be talkin'

'Cause all he do is punch? Well, nigga, stop it

'Cause your originality lessens (lessons), every bar

So it's easy (Eazy) for me to Block it!

I'm the top pick, and your death awaits wit' it

I don't never play, so my lines resonate different

This .9 heavyweight, nigga

The clip longer than the dictionary

And I'll give da Fonz (defines) everything in it!

On site we can get active now

You'll see a green dot

Back-to-back Haymakers in a chain, sound like T-Top

Said he was gon' smoke me in a small room

I think not

'Cause I hold the power in (and) the Volume like a screenshot!

Please try!

I'll do a nigga bad

I'm the one that pulled somethin' from the boot and capped little Iron

Y'all remember, fam'?

The Monopoly pieces? I was in my bag

We even had a classic in front of the Community, Chess (Chest)

And you ain't make it past Virginia Ave!

You trash!

I'll catch this bitch down in the lobby kickin' it: Kareem Hunt

See if he can punch wit' a hole in him: Capri-Sun

I'm havin' one of those episodes again: it's a rerun!

Hit Ty (tie) up in the back like a hospital gown...and he gon' need one!

Heat dump!

I'm wit' all that fasho'

You simply rap

They be actin' like they finna clap - they won't

These niggas actually hoes

But they get bolder (boulder) rollin' behind somebody like Indiana Jones

I'm wit' all that alone

I can't lie, my niggas take lives

It's a type of activities that go on when the gang slide

Pullin' through your neighborhood, broad day, don't waste time

Lookin' for any violation, then they gon' send eight yo' way, Fonz (HOA fines)

You may die

Glock .9

Ain't nobody safe when these shots fly

His mom cry, whinin' (wine-ing) on the box, hung over (hungover)

Like, "What did Rum do to my Ty!?" (mai tai)

I'm a livewire

I can't rap over y'all, bro

[Guy in crowd]

Ay, Conceited! Stay away from Rum!

[Rum Nitty]

I'm a livewire

I'm finna be on the run for downin' somethin'

On the loose, avoidin' orange suits and county numbers

This Cal', I up it

You'll get a round for nothin'

But ain't this exactly what Fonz (finds) wanted, people?

Now I'm duckin' a bounty hunter!

I can't be around you suckas!

Fuck Cabin Life! I think y'all niggas scared

You'll get a bullet in the temple for a line that you said

Where was his squad at when dawg caught the lead?

The last thing he gon' remember is the Cabin, soon as it lodge in his head!

I ain't you!

Raise tool, a couple break loose

I don't need no type of reaction, okay, cool?

Real rap, no punchlines

These Calico(e) rounds be goin' straight through

Get a face shoot

Brain blew, brain juice!

Everything mist (missed)...he think I can't shoot!

I'm 'bout to send a nigga to Hell wit' this lead

Close-range, shell to the leg, shell to the head

When the spirit leave the body, it's like T.I.

You can tell when he dead!

I got many 'Ks!

No matter where we at...pick a stage

I'd-a shot the Volume (Valium) up so much, they woulda thought it was Civil War anyway!

Bitch!

You can't keep it real yourself

Nigga, suicide, or (I'll do the job...)

[Round 2: Fonz]

I said, I open-palm slap niggas like bitches

Facts

Boy, I hit hard, it's legendary

And I'll slap the shit outta yo' ass...

And give you the paws ("Pause") if necessary

Fuck? The fuck?

Y'all got me fucked up (x3)

I'll slap the shit outta yo' ass...

And give you the paws ("Pause") if necessary!

Me and my dogs was never scary

If you don't wanna see this list legit

Then watch the word that you speakin' from your lips

You know what's up

I'm goin' Dutch

Meanin' I will split everything before I let a nigga treat me like a bitch

As evil as it gets

No remorse when the chrome unloadin'

I was raisin' my arm and squeezin' my trigger wit' muscle memory

No emotion (know a motion)

A tool slap you!

Scrape a little piece off of his shit like a stool sample!

You let them dudes gas you

This shit is all basic to me

Niggas ain't who they claimin' to be

Boy, I will split your shit half-and-half like a Arnold Palmer

And let them Arizona niggas put his face on a T (tea)!

This shit disturbin'!

They gon' find a C curled up: it's in cursive

Rushin' him to the hospital, this shit is urgent!

Body get to goin' in shock, he don't deserve this

And the doctor said he won't make it in his current condition

So now they gotta take a vote (volt) on whether to unplug you or try to bring a surgeon (surge in)

I'm sendin' shots at Every Fuccin' Bar, and then I'm swervin'

I'm tryna bomb Bay (Bombay) and Rum in a Sub-bourbon! (Suburban)

I'm a wordsmith

I really be murderin' opps

I just gave y'all a whole liquor scheme like, "I know this'll rock (Ciroc)."

This a Glock!

I done really turned squads into casualties

Pull this tool from my waist, then shoot in your face

Geechi clutchin' (clutch in) the 4th

He really got that Mamba mentality

You can't rap wit' me!

I know that got all of 'em pissed

And when I said you was Mayweather and I was Tank, I wasn't just talkin' my shit

When they told me "Rum put in more time", I don't argue wit' this

But bitch, I been puttin' in work, too

Shit, the moment I clocked in is when it started to shift!

I'm wired wrong!

I'm WIRED wrong!

I will break your entire arm wit' a Tony Stark super suit, attire on

Fire drawn!

If I let this bitch clap, then it's able

Put a Alien in the trunk of a Mercury

It's a Crip in the back of this Sable (disabled)

They can't save you!

Ain't gon' be no protection in here

'Cause ain't nothin' in that mu'fuckin' trunk, Smack, but death and despair (the spare)

You better prepare!

Nigga, we don't give a fuck about no gang

I get it...your man Nutty and you Insane

Well, tell your buddy I got aim

And I'm shootin' any nigga that's crazy in the range (and deranged)!

Nigga, BANG!

That's the type of shit that got y'all scared

And them Insane niggas gon' really know that somethin' off when they find out y'all not all there

You a square

You told Ward "don't sleep on the hands"

I said, y'all seen that shit that happened with him and Twork?

I don't believe what he's sayin'

Bro he actin', Toni Braxton, I know he pussy but everybody think he the man

All this squeezin' the can'

And every time you blast a round he gotta act it out

If you come on this Volume gettin' all animated then I'm smackin' Powell (smack & pow)

We was baggin' pounds

On the back block playin' Black Ops in the trap spot with the bells lined up like a jackpot

Get yo' ass shot

And I ain't sparrin' none of them clowns by ya

I'm goin' from California to Arizona with a Desert lettin' off wild fire

Whole car shot up

The Undertaker givin' the Tombstone a piledriver (to Powell driver)

I will clap this nigga

Pop up with one 30 (1:30) in the clip like I ain't pay my App subscription

You a rappin' nigga

I'll really put some lead in his shit

They asked me why I came through with the sweepers

I told 'em, "Cause (Cuz) Web(b)'s in this bitch"

I respect you, so I'ma follow your next moves

Check who?

It'll be a baby by Cuz (cous') like a Targaryen, they'll find 'em in cesspools (incest pools)

They said all I do is punch, nigga stop it

And if all I do is punch (well then nigga block it)

I hear y'all talkin' 'bout Fonz and the stumblin' and maybe I should change up the pace

But y'all don't know the ups and downs in this game I done faced

My nephew got killed by his friends they tried to act like he made a mistake

My sister came in my apartment like Sheneneh off Martin, nigga I could see the pain (Payne) in her face

But you lames can't relate, it was a bit depressin'

She looked at me, opened the do' and said, "Get to steppin'"

So it's hard to give you my best shit when my people done died

And that's the same thing yours gonna be sayin' when I'm squeezin' this .9

KG wishin' he could be by his side

Continue screen, you gon' need another Quarter just to keep you alive

Give me a reason to slide and I'ma shoot shit

Move bitch, I'ma stomp him out, remind Geechi of the Mook shit

I'm ruthless, that's why niggas can't stand me

If I squeeze tools then the C (sea) food, boy your muscles (mussels) will get to seizing a nigga blam heat

And ain't gon' be no plan B

Cause they told me this Crab was in his bag but this a scam P (scampi)

That been lame

And nigga my pen flame

So stop tellin' me that the 4th Quarter my end game

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]

They really booked this battle in the perfect place

No matter Civil War or Volume, when you accepted this, this was your first mistake

You about to get murked today

On cam' doin' all Ave moves

I wonder if acts like you to you in person, Nate (impersonate)

We get to swervin' late, slide to the spot

Kick the do', pistol low, actin' like we finna rob but we not

His girl like, "Leave us alone before I call the cops."

"Bitch do whatever floats ya boat. You just better get Ty (tied) to a doc(k)."

Off top, you see the way I'm movin'

And truthfully, if you bet on cuz tonight, I think y'all stupid

Yusef smoked him, you don't think I'll do it?

I'm really finna dawg Fonz, Drugz (dog finds drugs), like the K-9 unit

Ruthless, show you how the wolves move

He let DNA gas him up, that nigga fooled you

Tell him, "get in the loop", and we can go around next (necks) if Ty wins or not (tie Windsor knot), but you gon' have to pull through

Suit yourself, I don't think those light lines enough

I can't be the same fabric that y'all cloth is from

Ty time is cut

You'll get sat in (satin) dirt, caught and (cotton) put on a shirt

No one lendin' (linen) you a hand when I line (nylon) you up

You done

Just me and my pistol

30 in it, I handle any size issue, I'll clip you

Unidentified when the .9 hit you

Before the shot: Draymond

After the shot: J.R. Smith

'Cause you didn't even know it was Ty (tied), did you?

I'll hit you

This bitch Fonz'll get washed

He gon' spit his bars all fuckin' animated, I don't get why

That shit dry

And of course it be drawn out, but you don't get the hint Ty (hentai)

I've been live

Against me your death would be fast, effortless

This is finna be a definite bag, I ain't regular fam'

Brought deadly material in the buildin', you gon' have to try as best as (asbestos) as you can

If I pop up in the Land, I'll be ready to let a shell blast

Pull up with a tool, Kel, bustin' through ya roof like Repair Man

My niggas will do you real bad

I ain't gotta help

They'll catch Ty (tie) all by they self, and air mags (Airmags)

You will pass, it's too easy you gon' lose

Big or small stage, the Land Lord gon' do the least (lease) in every room

Beat you with the Uz'

Have you hooked up to monitors, he can barely move, drinkin' all his food

Someone life on the line, it either gon' be mine or Ty's (monetize), and I'm tryin' to have you eatin' from the Tube

Don't be confused, I'm rightfully stamped

Still representin' for my side of the map

You know where my pack is at, but they question us

Like, "Is y'all still the 4th Quarter Nit' (coordinate)?"

But why ask us (Y-axis) that?

Niggas out here cappin'

Anybody can get it, I'm 'bout the action

So after I put Ty (tie) on the ropes, Sheed next, it's bound to Happen

Head shot, see a view from out the cabin like we down in Aspen

Pull out and clap him

Just give him a reason

But he said the barrel will knock out a quart of juice, and my family givin' hugs, that shit was decent

To be Simply Honest, that was a kid's punch, you gon' make me squeeze it

I don't believe him

You ain't gon' make it home after this fam'

When you die, your body returns to the dust of the Earth, that's the only way you make it back to the Land

If we get caught up in a jam, everybody close they mouth

If y'all get caught up in a jam, everybody goin' down

Cause Fonz agenda is tellin' people what it is, cause he can't stomach jail, that's an ultrasound

Hold up, hold up, "finds a gender", "tell the people what it is", "stomach gel", ya boy a (or) girl

[Round 3: Fonz]

Yo, this lil' bitch like 150 pounds

I'll end up slammin' this bitch

Stabbed in his shit

"Life on the line, it's gonna be mine or Ty's", well fuck it, I'ma add on a clip

Hustle said, "I like my Rum neat."

And he gon' be in that casket sharp

Y'all heard what his boo said

Even when the news spread that dude dead

Social media gon' have him on new threads

We shoot lead

I'm quick to let a MAC bang nigga

Bullets go through the core then it (coordinate) drop

Ain't no tellin' how many shots the loc ate (locate)

That was somethin' for them app (map) gang niggas

Against Solomon, we watched your stats change killer

It was a different type of torture

I'm talkin' 'bout George Washington, that white boy was wiggin' on a Quarter

Let's get this shit in order

Cause y'all be talkin' a lot of violence

Even Geechi said, "If Rum ain't on Summer Madness we finna incite a riot

He wasn't on Summer Madness and his next battle after that inside of Riot

That's what got him quiet

I don't know if it was all the playin' or URL black balled ya man

I just knew he got a Buzz but not the type that a Star Command

See they don't really respect 'em

Smack and 'em sent me to check him

He was wit' all that static and then we saw a Serius X him (Serious XM)

Bitch I'm really aggressive, I will really torture you bro

They gon' say, "The Alien got hit with a flying unidentified object"

Of course you a foe (UFO)

And all it takes is one bullet to break your skull in fractions, and that's unfortunate tho'

Cause I'm still gonna put one in one Fourth then 1/4th in the hole

Niggas bold, hella weak

I seen you crowned by URL in hella tweets

They said, "Well who gonna replace Rum?" Tell 'em me

Cause how he got better punches and better schemes

When you a Crip and they don't give you the attention that somebody who's special needs

Let him leave

Smack I won't let him breathe

They say it's arrogant of me cause Rum up there with the elites

Just not in comparison of Geech'

And he mad at URL cause he ain't in a position he apparently should be

But that's Scary Movie 3

Cause that's the Aliens that was doin' all that finger pointin' P(ee)

This nigga weak

Pussy on the low like a Danny Myers tweet

If Mr. Fo' Tre can't stand on his own, then why he keep join' teams?

Boy I ain't convinced

All that squad jumpin' lame as shit

No matter how he paint the pic

It's Morse Code, this a cry out, that's why that nigga keep changin' clicks (cliques)

You niggas been hoes

We watch you switch roles

Now it's EFB witcha Nutty Blocc Buddy

But you used to be a Quarter back (quarterback) in the day, that's a Swiss Roll

You in flip mode

That ain't what a real nigga does

I done spilled niggas blood, shotty filled up with slugs

I never play Kevin Gates, the steel (still) hittin' cuz (cous')

Fuck what you feel niggas done, it's lit for Rum

New Midwest, front runner, the official one

You ain't put nobody on from Phoenix, you can't tell us none of the shit you done

See that's the difference, you'se a Quarter and I'm leader (liter) and this a fifth for Rum

You'se a fake bitch

Got a fake squad cause they let him come outside wearin' some fake shit

He would've wore then Jordans to Cleveland, we would've chased bitch

He would've got stomped out and scrapped quick

I mean, what was the fourth and (4th End) goal? What made him go for it? It doesn't make sense

Fourth and goal, go for it, it doesn't make sense

Well, you know how you go for a field goal, but then you change shit?

Like fuck three points, I'm finna take six

One of them NFL play tricks

We would've had him runnin' out of them fake kicks

Oh you gon' hate this

Cause a nigga told me he had Magic flow with Conceited bars, minus the Slow It Down, I said, "It makes sense."

Magic his daddy and Conceited his grandpa, and they've been tryin' to scam Fonz

Tellin' me that the Alien a superior being, but I can tell that he studied that man Con' (mankind)

This a big gauge

Switchblade, Nick Cage, I'll tear your Face/Off

Nah, that wasn't that Fonz flare

Boy I'll beat in ya skull wit' a bat until your Face/Off

They gon' be mad at what I did to Con' heir (Con Air), but ya dawg died

Gun butt left 'em all blind

Large .9, knock the Vision out of A.I.; Ultron

They all cry, and you should see how his people react when he in triage

Eyeball hangin' out his skull you can damn near see it detached, the heat rise

Gun butt, blood gon' leak from his hat, he T-Boz

He lost his Left Eye and got beat by a MAC (Mack)

To keep it a stack, that nigga Geechi bossed you up

Before that, it was happy hour, Rum ain't cost too much

Then you change your movement, y'all became a unit

He pen gained improvements

You gained influence but it was gang influence

What if I say when they split that 150K them niggas made you do it?

If anybody had a recipe to come up with Rum cake, I'm sure Bay can (baking) do it

They played you stupid

And I hate it had to be that way

Cause we used to look at y'all like, "That EFB team don't play."

Now that west coast clique is startin' to fizz out like B2K and that's a bad thing

They made you split that cash king

Them niggas said, "Either you gon' give that boy bands or you gon' get your ass beat (Raz-B)."

Nasty

I'm who they call when these niggas not rappin' right

They always tense up when the tents up; Cabin Life

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]

If they try niggas dead

I ain't even gotta clap this fat bitch, I'd rather fight you instead

It's cool, until I'm on the edge

And I bring out the other side like Fresh Prince jacket and put Ty' (tie) on his head

I see red, then a nigga get stretched

I've been on my shit, this ain't a big test

I was bred (bread) with the formula like a WIC check

This a quick death

If I let you live, it's a gesture of good will (wheel), cause I've really been trying to spin less

Skip that, sliddin' with this .50 on my lap

Patient, we get location, we spinnin' where they at

He tried dippin' when it clap

Hit his back, then lit his leg up like the Christmas Story lamp

I get amped

Cause they compare him to me, that shit wild

I get foul

The last nigga you seen me punch on, never landed again; I'm Chris Childs

Sit down

You got smoked, then got on N.O.M.E. with Danny Myers

Niggas lose, then still get a big plate, that's the problem

We have to stop it

They gave Fonz (finds) God after he beat hisself, that's Th3 Saga

Nasty patna

Can't find you? Then we swingin' by the crib

His bitch and his seed will get it then

Blick to his daughter and switch to a Guardian like a Cleveland Indian

We really spin

I speak facts, I can get Fonz (find) smoked for you like weed maps

Lookin' through the iron sight when the heat clap

Get you in the view (interview) and take a shot like Drink Champs

Think fast, or you won't be doin' well

Before you get one up on me, I'ma put you through some hell

Ruger shell, the heat went off, and his roof leakin', the Land Lord needs some sup' to (super) help

You a fail, play wit' fire and get burned

That shit you do may work a little but never pay off, it's an intern

I told myself, "You gotta be ready to take someone head off in the Cabin Nit' (cabinet)", sound like Big Worm

That shit hit nerve, scope on it, I can catch you from like six blocks

Y'all just seen me hit Bill up shootin', why would I miss the big shot?

This nigga a rat if he get popped

You was probably tellin' every time you did yo' (Joe) Dirt, you should get yo' shit rocked

Then get dropped

I ain't tryin' to make a scene, but can't nobody save you tonight if this .80 ring

Who gon' take a bullet for you? That's a crazy thing

Stand in front and get a bald head voluntarily like Ace Amin

Rank supreme

You really think dude is worthy? Never fam'

This bird outta hand, you drew a turkey

Against them other niggas, you might do them dirty

But Fonz (finds) food near me, you can Google search it

You get murdered

You bitch'll do everything for me, I'll pull up on her hella late then tell her, "Take the D"

Right after she read kid stories for your baby girl to lay to sleep

I'ma fuck the bitch bare (Bear) and stain (Berenstain) the sheet

O.D

This might be where your last battle is at

Cause if you lose, it's all small cards, fam' that's a fact

So this man has to rap

If not, they gon' say, "Ty (tie) loss and got Banned after that."

It's a wrap

I'm a stamped veteran, who you rap better than?

Try me and get a cracked melon in

A three piece and a bat for Ty', I'm Jack Skellington

Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself, suicide or (I'll do the job)