[Lyric] JC vs. Polo Roe (Any Body Can Die Battle League)

[Round 1: Polo Roe]
Nigga, fuck that coin flip
It's Bar Wars, pussy, fuck you
I'm going, bitch
I ain't do no promo, 'cause you homo
I whip this wack bitch, for real nigga
I'm the master on this rap plantation, hm, and you in my field, nigga
Now before I do begin
Bitch, fuck Julian, this nigga's a bitch, this Julie's end
Hooligan? Tth
Boy, little dog a family guy, this Stewie friend
Bitch, I will break your fucking chin
Oh, you thought I came to bullshit?
Yeah it's different
And I'm gonna show you, nigga
Punch for punch, bar for bar, niggas know who better
You...
So I just came to hoe you, nigga
Y'all telling me this pint-sized knife-height frail nigga not a pussy
But little dog mean and he be barking
Bitch, so do pocket bullies
Now we know you can write, right
But can you fight fight?
And we know you're one of the best but
Why you be thе bummiest dress
You looking bad it's just sad
My nigga under distrеss
And them teeth, nigga sheesh
Is you fucking with meth?
Now I mean you vers' Twork, 1.3
You vers' Geechi, fucking masterpiece
I mean he's gold, his ceiling's no limit, Master P
Nah, his stocks tanking, smooth as silk
The shocker is y'all rocking with 'em
Man, stop it now
Bitch, I see murder
To y'all he mystical
Guess I'm in danger
You in a war with no army
Let's clap, 'cause [?]
'cause I bet cash money the chance of this baby being a soldier, slim
This nigga's a bitch, all bitch
From his voice to his size, and you pussy, big pussy
You get moist in the thighs
See, I don't want to hear no 'you'll punch me' bars
Or beat my ass, nigga, stop with the lies
Nigga, truth or dare
Truth is I wish you would and I dare you to cross the line
Nigga preteen with a green bean, that's a Glock 13, JC
Head shot when the lead pop, that's what it's going to be, JC
Bitch, that's on me, JC
You'll fuck around and die trying to run in my lane, I'm [?], JC
That's it, and the night has just begun
URL, and all cap, you the type to try to run
I catch him slipping, exhibition
Bitch, we fighting for the fun
I hit his chin
[?]
'cause I dropped him off the one
Now you're the type of nigga to post a picture or another nigga bread
Face time his bitch, he blowing kisses, muah
She on another nigga bed
You the type of nigga trying to cuff the runner and get hoed
Shit
"Man, you said you gave that nigga head"
Now what does JC and the Bible have in common?
They all deliver shit another nigga said
Now let's play swear to God
Swear to God when [?] Tony Young battled, you wasn't standin' there, every round
Now swear to God your next battle you ain't stealing my nigga Tony Mystical
Now I know Rex and Young up there screaming facts
In heaven now
So bitch lie
And I send your spirit up just to not let theirs down
Rex world, forever young, nigga, you fucking man boy
Bitch you just so fucking weird
You pre-pubescent adolescent with half a beard
When you hit puberty and you ain't see shit
You must have knew back then
Was you one of them lame ass nigga tried to save your shit to make it grow and never grew back in
But speaking of tragic shit
Y'all ever seen that creature he shacking with?
Now I know there's somebody for everybody
But his bitch disturbed
'Cause his queen looks like the offspring of Quagmire hitting a Furby
And I also know
Everybody talk about the dancing shit, like they wouldn't do that if they had the chance to
I mean shit, to get out the hood, my big ass used to dance too
Shit, i was two-stepping all on nigga blocks
Arms waving, just looking for something to jam to
'Cause when the MAC clapping, I'm slap happy
Buck shots all in this kitchen, the back nappy
A rack at him, hit his hip, hip, stomach, shins
Damn cat daddy
A bag on his head and have him scared to hit the streets
I put that call in, they all in, before my head'll hit the sheets
I told him it's cool, slide, put him in a hole, he Victor Sweet
'cause the first one to catch him in ya house [?] ten bands [?] fuck Mr Beast
Bitch, I'm a Plymouth nigga
We been trapping, we had major weight in
I'm a real rock baby
I was in the spots eating noodles out the same pots they was raising 'caine in
Bitch, I'm a boss
And you move like a dork move
I fuck around and catch him in the club and ring his shit with a [?] bottle, bitch we playing horseshoes
The cannon raise, the forty bang
This little bitch love to show her ass, Coi Leray
That first shot grazed him, I ain't thinking he gon' keep his life
But that second coming to JC, ooh Jesus Christ
You the son of god man and a street nigga
Boy, stop with the rap chat
Keep it frank, sin not your character, you belong on a rat pack
I'm close range with this bitch
Fuck around and leave the shells in the skull
Shit's like Big Daddy, 'cause y'all about to see Julian leaking on the wall
Bitch, on the mic I'm god-like
'cause I'll walk on water and won't waste a step
I mean Ill and Mac can play Peter and Paul, cause they both can bear witness and spread the word about JC's death
So after this, bitch, keep it a hun'
When it's all said and done
Don't go crying out in Pontiac trying to tell them that you won
You can tell them you stood your ground, fought back and didn't run
But ain't no boxing with a bully, bitch, you should have brought a gun
But when I load the strap, he jumped back, damn, I know he's scared
Now what does JC and Jesus have in common?
Both them niggas dead
Round
[Round 1: JC]
You staring in here, rapping like it's a real fight
Well, it's not
And training for you been hectic probably
See me, I make announcements that could later be used as confessions by me
Not only did I say death was coming, but I even confessed that he crept beside me
And that was a USPA
I'm only going to wear out polo for the extra body
Nobody get excited please, this is not a sight to see
Just some nigga climbing up the mountain to try to get somebody like Roc
You might actually get Roc, right to sleep
Y'all let him roam, I'm tearing bones
Told y'all my prep time got shorter, put y'all in the scary zone
But they didn't even know their name was on the plot
Then it literally appeared in stone
Y'all problem is you just want the look
What good is looking down on a body that got to be carried home
I told you, I'm heaven sent (scent), smell me, I'm way beyond that level y'all fear I'm on (pheromone)
But this is what being somewhat established has gotten
When you feel you beyond any control, this is the end of the road
I am after the options
Tonight, every rap line will be your last line
Get the drug bars out
Hopefully your ten fans can bring your life back in the comments
But they all know the drug bar is only gonna help my narrative, right
'cause once we get that addy, I'm popping
The streets crumbling
Yeah, with both arms out like I need something
But two straps and they both silenced, just a bunch of sweet nothings
And I keep dumping
Big Glock in attendance, and the shit blow
And if I pop shit suspended, like this show
And his soul
My click know, if anything move let them have it
I can't make it sound no better than that
So I won't do no good ever asking
Shit went from me trying to sugar coat it to him wearing full metal jackets
You goofy niggas really think believability come with size
I don't believe half of you big for nothing niggas
But I guess you want the appeal though
Knowing if you was in the rooms downtown, you would for real (Pharrel) fold
Big ass never worked a day of construction in his life
And he still told (steel toed)
But I guess you fit the mold, right, because you look right
Bitch, I'm the reaper
It's different being in front of a nigga that actively took life
I'm the old Dre Dennis, I'mma show y'all niggas what No Mercy actually look like
There's no need to draw heat, you in front of me, this where they all sleep
I'm a cannibal, like Hannibal, that mean they face the bars whatever the cause be (Cosby)
But I'm clearly lit and you're likely gonna pay when it's dropped
Like a rearage is
All you had to do was say my name, like Candyman, and I be (bee) appearing quick
But I thought it was actually comp' in these battle streets, I never been known as a diva
But you little niggas are barely developed
And as of lately y'all all they've been growing to feed us (fetus)
But the business is waiting
If the battle rap community was a house, you would live in the basement
But this where you stationed
Face it, a placement, that is tough without lithification
I am responsible for dropping hella names
Line them up, I knock them down
I done had the Blueprint since the Rocafella days
Since then I've been dropping niggas faster than Tyson
Why?
Because the motto (tomato) never changed
Now, I know this life
But I only get pleasure out of killing
And then redirecting the soul mid-flight
And before the shit fled
They had you all crawling, misled
In spite of men (Spider-Man) waiting on P to string them along is uncool (uncle)
That's why you been (Ben) dead
The chrome semi blow
Your battle was on my fuckin' computer
I was at home chilling though, I clicked on it
Accidentally, it was the wrong video
See, watching your shit gotta be top 10 of the most useless shit you could do
But I don't got time anyway
I'm preparing a eulogy for a send-away
And it's going to be beautiful
Plus the auto tune up any vocal problem that's unusual
And that shit put hip-hop in a coma
Imagine what it's going to do to you
Bitch, who let him in and scheduled him
To go against a veteran
A lesson is
Needed to be shown with him
So now it's a hole in him for evidence
Y'all writin' all bullshit that don't require any thought ain't real
You know you gotta use your brain a hundred percent of the time to showcase skill
And without that, y'all can't feel
It ain't hard to convince you the brain matter even after a dome shot, brain matter and it always will
It is over, overdosed from the dopest pen
And y'all know I wrote this shit
'cause I just came out here and delivered a eulogy, my condolences