[Round 1: JC]
I don't know you and I won't pretend I do
I'm just here to show you how men should move
And that ordering your own death, is not a business move
Now me versus you, it was not in the scores
But what you think I'mma do to you?
Look around, I only speak at the funerals I'm responsible for
So let's just head to the cliff (clip)
You seen my shows, I hope you ready for this
'Cause I'mma let go of this body faster than a married Mexican chick
This ass whooping, just to close the deal
The whole top ripped like open meal
Fast defeat, all that talkin', have a seat
Everybody wanna poly, yes, the (polyester) reason we see the fabric cheap
You done caught stage fright on the worse night
This look like your first fight
I move fast with the ratchet, bro, she bang at the first sight
Now you behind bars, looking for amnesty
I'm torchin' 'em here, Scorpion spear, it get way out of hand with me
Open casket, the fam can see
But why should I pay for this?
A dead body is what y'all handed to me
See, that's my excuse for killing
It's the best couple
Scope locked, now I got two in the view (interview), like step brothers
And they both get tuxed
'cause with the birds I got a Flaco aim
If i ever carry props, it's Carrot Top
I'mma bring the whole box on stage, in a wake
Just for you, I wanna see who roll with him now
The ratchet poke out on the hip like it's holding a child
And now, you in the ring trying to talk to a fighter, like you Joe Rogan
When I bring the fireworks, the show closing
The straps hang off the waist like the robe's open
It's body bags at every battle, so make sure your homie found one
But do not jump into that bitch yet, 'cause this is only round one
[Round 1: King Beanz]
[?]
[Round 2: JC]
It's been a long road, and you seen my growth each battle, I've laid down a savage hand
It's not a clash of clans, although a finger could send a whole team match
This isn't a vacation
[?]
If I'm sending 'em matics
Whoever got ya back, gon' literally have it
This game over
You shouldn't challenge
This is my average shit
And you still can't get a slip out
And that thought pulls the bitch out 'em like Adam's rib
But right now, I could show you some savage shit
'Cause feel untouchable at home, like a Catholic in the Vatican
But I can show you
But I tear into that part of the soul that's hard to control
That has nothing to do with brains, I bring every human pain
The one you pass, bad enough to leave your future stained
I will send a shell, that'll tear through half your Earth like 2012
You should've known better, or shown effort
Now the next time they see you, you'll be see-through at Coachella
You see the problems I bring?
You do not wanna be a nigga I target
I get to climbing through the whole set like the intro on Martin
And get to sparkin', blast trays
Fry his features, give him that 'Deadpool without the mask' face
I will step on this like I'm stretchin' a product
You are looking at nothin' less than a product
And I spit like I'm testin' the product
It's been a long road, but you gotta deal with it
Start to finish, it gets hard to listen
'Cause I have a habit of talking reckless
It's part of diction and part addiction
But I'm out, looking for more victims
That floor lift his support system
Even pop and give bucks to the kid as soon as the chores finished
I'mma tighten his whole crib up, it seems very neglected and I don't respect it
But next round, I'mma make you regret this investment
Your turn
[Round 2: King Beanz]
[?]
[Round 3: JC]
We've come down to the wire, and up until now you've been an excellent sport
But niggas hate being down 10 with a minute left in the fort
It gets ugly now, a hundred fouls
Rules off, they at his usual spot
I had the goons to watch
A gauge to the head, made it look some shit Duke Nukem shot
It get abusive
I painted each individual visuals
But I will fry cousin
He'll be Harvey Dent
'Cause even if he survives with a fried onion, y'all gone see a whole 'nother side of him
That's 'cause encounters with us change everything
Ain't no dodging these bullets
You seen my history
Every nigga dying for footage, die in they footage
It's a hell road, I drag him to a old railroad
For lack of trainin', and clap steel
This was not life, he tryin' to be Pac-like
Well now he dead on the track still
See, for wanting to be famous
Well, that's when we move in
To show him life, after his moves end
To see if Youtube will be at the wake counting views then
Nothing matters after you gone
I'm just here to reveal the demon
Buck it under his roof, now y'all got a bucket under his roof, 'cause the ceiling leaking
Y'all feel he feel he beasting?
Well, let's play the [?] game
Class in session
And one single foul line will get 'em all straight
Open your eyes up
This a body body over the bars like a high jump
Ain't no way a nigga dope as him
This was supposed to be one round, he coulda got the MLK, but he wanted to be Malcolm at the podium
My flow opiate
But even [?] behind this fatal is still a blessing
'cause y'all couldn't wait to let dog out the gate, now he waiting to get into heaven
Your turn
[Round 3: King Beanz]
[?]
I don't know you and I won't pretend I do
I'm just here to show you how men should move
And that ordering your own death, is not a business move
Now me versus you, it was not in the scores
But what you think I'mma do to you?
Look around, I only speak at the funerals I'm responsible for
So let's just head to the cliff (clip)
You seen my shows, I hope you ready for this
'Cause I'mma let go of this body faster than a married Mexican chick
This ass whooping, just to close the deal
The whole top ripped like open meal
Fast defeat, all that talkin', have a seat
Everybody wanna poly, yes, the (polyester) reason we see the fabric cheap
You done caught stage fright on the worse night
This look like your first fight
I move fast with the ratchet, bro, she bang at the first sight
Now you behind bars, looking for amnesty
I'm torchin' 'em here, Scorpion spear, it get way out of hand with me
Open casket, the fam can see
But why should I pay for this?
A dead body is what y'all handed to me
See, that's my excuse for killing
It's the best couple
Scope locked, now I got two in the view (interview), like step brothers
And they both get tuxed
'cause with the birds I got a Flaco aim
If i ever carry props, it's Carrot Top
I'mma bring the whole box on stage, in a wake
Just for you, I wanna see who roll with him now
The ratchet poke out on the hip like it's holding a child
And now, you in the ring trying to talk to a fighter, like you Joe Rogan
When I bring the fireworks, the show closing
The straps hang off the waist like the robe's open
It's body bags at every battle, so make sure your homie found one
But do not jump into that bitch yet, 'cause this is only round one
[Round 1: King Beanz]
[?]
[Round 2: JC]
It's been a long road, and you seen my growth each battle, I've laid down a savage hand
It's not a clash of clans, although a finger could send a whole team match
This isn't a vacation
[?]
If I'm sending 'em matics
Whoever got ya back, gon' literally have it
This game over
You shouldn't challenge
This is my average shit
And you still can't get a slip out
And that thought pulls the bitch out 'em like Adam's rib
But right now, I could show you some savage shit
'Cause feel untouchable at home, like a Catholic in the Vatican
But I can show you
But I tear into that part of the soul that's hard to control
That has nothing to do with brains, I bring every human pain
The one you pass, bad enough to leave your future stained
I will send a shell, that'll tear through half your Earth like 2012
You should've known better, or shown effort
Now the next time they see you, you'll be see-through at Coachella
You see the problems I bring?
You do not wanna be a nigga I target
I get to climbing through the whole set like the intro on Martin
And get to sparkin', blast trays
Fry his features, give him that 'Deadpool without the mask' face
I will step on this like I'm stretchin' a product
You are looking at nothin' less than a product
And I spit like I'm testin' the product
It's been a long road, but you gotta deal with it
Start to finish, it gets hard to listen
'Cause I have a habit of talking reckless
It's part of diction and part addiction
But I'm out, looking for more victims
That floor lift his support system
Even pop and give bucks to the kid as soon as the chores finished
I'mma tighten his whole crib up, it seems very neglected and I don't respect it
But next round, I'mma make you regret this investment
Your turn
[Round 2: King Beanz]
[?]
[Round 3: JC]
We've come down to the wire, and up until now you've been an excellent sport
But niggas hate being down 10 with a minute left in the fort
It gets ugly now, a hundred fouls
Rules off, they at his usual spot
I had the goons to watch
A gauge to the head, made it look some shit Duke Nukem shot
It get abusive
I painted each individual visuals
But I will fry cousin
He'll be Harvey Dent
'Cause even if he survives with a fried onion, y'all gone see a whole 'nother side of him
That's 'cause encounters with us change everything
Ain't no dodging these bullets
You seen my history
Every nigga dying for footage, die in they footage
It's a hell road, I drag him to a old railroad
For lack of trainin', and clap steel
This was not life, he tryin' to be Pac-like
Well now he dead on the track still
See, for wanting to be famous
Well, that's when we move in
To show him life, after his moves end
To see if Youtube will be at the wake counting views then
Nothing matters after you gone
I'm just here to reveal the demon
Buck it under his roof, now y'all got a bucket under his roof, 'cause the ceiling leaking
Y'all feel he feel he beasting?
Well, let's play the [?] game
Class in session
And one single foul line will get 'em all straight
Open your eyes up
This a body body over the bars like a high jump
Ain't no way a nigga dope as him
This was supposed to be one round, he coulda got the MLK, but he wanted to be Malcolm at the podium
My flow opiate
But even [?] behind this fatal is still a blessing
'cause y'all couldn't wait to let dog out the gate, now he waiting to get into heaven
Your turn
[Round 3: King Beanz]
[?]
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