LYRIC
(Yes the fuck he is)
You wear the smallest chains in battle rap
Truly, you got the ugliest hype men/battle rap groupies
I heard you rap, you sound like T.I. with a lil' Boosie
You got the same beard as every bad guy in Disney movies
You look like you blame beatin’ yo' girl on wine coolers
Two minutes? Fuck it
True story, my nigga Brock gotta new gun
He said it's called a "Chris Vet"
The bolt travels down so recoil ain’t a mess
It go from single to double to automatic…we test
With an ambidextrous safety for the right and the left
I said, "Sheesh! It do all that? That's a bet."
But you know me, out in Richmond, I gotta take the TEC (Tech)
He said, "With all these new features and you still want the TEC? What's that?!"
It's simple, you can't copy respect
Off top, you ain't get paid
That just mean, it ain't worth bein' disrespectful and catchin’ fades
Cause do you know what happens to a North Carolina nigga who get hit wit’ a 12 gauge?
(What?)
Same thing that happens to any other nigga who get hit wit' a 12 gauge
His body gon’ be on the stage, but his head gonna fly the heck off
His head gon' be over there…but I'm still here…tryin' to get his neck off
His neck gonna be over there, but I’m still here tryin' to get his chest off
His chest gonna be over there, but I'm still here tryin' to get the rest off
Broad day, bright and early, head off like he Shirley
With a new .40, but the bitch don't look a day over 30
The clip hold 17 but today over 30
Cause I'm tryin' to give three niggas 10 each like girly
Broad day BOOM! I'm in, all kinds of mad
Tommy, Mag, shotty, mask and a body bag
One bedroom so "Where he at?" I don't gotta ask
I slide across the carpet, poke him and shock his ass
Scalpel to his face, I'm an artist, so I mold his ass
Two in his head while I dance, forensics say I cloned
The inf' on the Glock, the judge thought we played laser tag
Shit, we was in that bitch recreatin' Breaking Bad
Speakin' of Breaking Bad, I dare a devil to try me and see what the real 'bout
Throw a mansion party, it'll be a Haunting in that Hill House
Laser on this .45? Ahhh, I can't explain it right
Let's just say the beam on this Smith Bright
You can have that Marvel shit, 'cause that's what the nerds watch
I pull a DE out a suitcase, the code word? Bird Box
Stretch an op', aim a ceilin' and leave a knot
Moral of that story, we been Netflix and chillin' on the block
Ten toes down I'm stuck, I need permission just to hop
(Bro can I go and get him?)
Yeah you got him Chop
Front door, "Where Swamp at?"
"He at work!"
"Whatchu lyin' for?" BLAOW
"Where Swamp at?….You takin' too much time whore."
BLAOW!
"Where Swamp at?"
"He leavin' work, but it's kinda far."
If Swamp come home to a swept house
This K? Five star, try 'em out
I'm on the block wit' rocks they eye it out
Catch me postin' at the nearest corner like time out
What this kind 'bout?
.45 fellas when we ride out
He talkin' shit? Well mine'll log all that shit he talkin' 'bout
Pull up on him like, "You said that in March. Five counts."
But I approach DJ Drect then Wild Out
BLAOW! BLAOW! Honor bitch, who playin' now?
Knock him out, knock his bitch out, then hit the man child
If this man loud, one arm cross the other
The damn growl went from seein' a sham God to meetin' a Sham Wow
I'm grown, just look at the difference in muscle tone
I'll bury Swamp in a swamp so he can feel right at home
Weak nigga
[Round 1: Swamp]
I said Richmond what up?
Let's eat
They said the DMV ain't gonna fuck wit' a country ass nigga like that, well let's see
Get ya dinner set
Cause while y'all feastin' I'ma show this bitch ass nigga I'm the same nigga in real life that I am on the internet
First off, I put in too much fuckin' work to be battlin' you
Told myself, "Fuck a battle. This nigga gettin' snuffed the fuck out"
Then I thought about it
All the times I sat in the court room and couldn't say a motherfuckin' word
This the first time Your Honor gettin' cussed the fuck out
Now your last battle with Bear Witnez I had to bear witness to a dirty ass t-shirt, ya tank top hangin' out
Stomach showin', ya drawers showin' and a pair of fuckin' khaki's
What you out here battlin' for free or somethin'?
Then yo' dumbass had on a dirty ass Redskins quarterback sleeve on
Fuck you thought you was RG3 or somethin'?
But you from the District
Nigga who gives a shit?
You still a bitch, I'm nice with a gun
My bitch do black magic, what you want a Bullet or some Wizard shit?
Cause you ain't too good wit' these mirror matches, I can tell
Look at this nigga here, shit it give you a different feel
This shit gon' be just like fuckin' with a BBW, you guaranteed to get a meal (mil')
Any business of mine I 'tend to it
He took a .40 to the head he under the influence
But I ain't gotta shoot these bitches
I just let the pistol pat his scalp like when my bitch weave itchin'
Cause if I shoot you gon' get more than grazed
Fuck around and make the morning page
Nigga you corny, type to take the top off the lamps in the crib and toss them across the room
Muhfucka just be throwin' shade
You either is or you not 'bout the shit
Don't think just cause you be all the way in the district I won't pull up and hop out that bitch on yo' street
Drivin' wit' my knee
One hand on the Draco the other one on the do' handle ready to hop out that bitch
I'm a grimy fucker
I wit' all of the shits when it goes down and under
I love the Cowboys but I like New Orleans cause I could either be a Saint or a bounty hunter
Every pistol I own blue steel but the grip all rubbery
You will never catch not one of these niggas in my motion of discovery
No why? 'Cause the minute a bitch make a motion they gon' have to discover him
Now my grandma tried to stop me on my way out the do' tellin' me, "I can't believe you gon' miss service for a battle
Just to get on stage just to prove who the lyin' fraud."
I said, "No, ma'am. The Lord sent me on this mission
I'm on my way to Richmond to give Honor to God."
Swamp Town!
[Round 2: Your Honor]
You said…
No, no, no one of your mans said…
Fuck it, Glock .9, it's the only thing that's been on my mind
Nah I'm lyin'
I do got a question for all the fans and the niggas that rhyme
Do y'all mind if I use his real shit and redefine?
Like for instance, you always think you takin' some sorta real nigga rhymin' route
Just because it start with "Have you ever" or "What you know about"
That's the only thing you need to sound real? Let me try it out
Whatchu know about…sprinklin' Frosted Flakes over spaghetti 'cause you can't afford seasons?
Whatchu know about the refrigerator light goin' out so you don't even know whatchu eatin'?
Nigga please, that shit 'bout weaker than yo' songs
Where don't do that where I'm from
'Cause that just puts a bad representation on our moms
But bitch niggas like this, love that kinda shit
Throwin' moms under the bus cause his clothes ain't fit
Nigga you ate when you was hungry you got shots when you was sick
You made it to see 18, after that…that's it!
What you chose to do wit' yo' life as an independent bitch
Can't be defined by the fact that yo' father wasn't shit
But it's another notion, they got this other notion that somehow 'cause he grew up without heat
That somehow means he go harder than me
I don't get that
He worse you grew up the bigger yo' heart? That shit wack
I seen a nigga who had nothin'…still get bitch-slapped!
I knew a nigga who had it all still push yo' shit back
I'm talkin' Goonie goons, I swear to God all my niggas go hard
Try and roast me, and I'ma introduce you to the squad
Fame; Isiah Thomas, short and reckless but a lotta effort
Doc; Klay Thomp' he pick, pop then he back protectin'
Bob? Popovich for two reasons, cause he got aggression
And he don't care if he miss the shot he just care more 'bout the shot selection
BLAOW! When I lay the smack down (Smackdown) I ain't watchin' wrestlin'
BLAOW! When my knee hit the ground I ain't gon' pop the question
BOW! Gimme yo' Glock, forget this lecture
Swamp, damn Bob you ain't tell me the bitch was pregnant
Whatchu havin' octoplets? Shit nigga, that's a litter
Let me know if you need a break, I got the perfect babysitter
Don't worry 'bout his background, I bet my life on him
I'll bet the house on him
He gon' take care of these kids for free, I can vouch for him
Stop and warn him, it's an old cat, they don't make 'em this big
You want beef? Then try me, I'm in the steak and rib biz
He gon' try it, say he don't like it, it's too late for this shit
He already gon' be in critical, Make A Wish kid
With a left hook, revolver in his face, this how death look
He went from battle rapper to gettin' visits from Westbrook
Blaow, blaow, but he ain't know it's Westbrook cause his vision a lil' fuzzy
Then Paul George walked in behind him like, "Hey little buddy."
Then I come in behind him so you know it's gettin' ugly
With a new banana clip to keep the K from gettin' chubby
BLAOW!
Break yo' shit in one swing
Honor nigga
[Round 2: Swamp]
We gotta try the Your Honor shit
You look like you rap about the lives of the real niggas in yo' city then try to convince us that they livin' through you
No, no, no
You look like you tell people ya family members ain't shit when really you just be wantin' to borrow money and ain't nobody wanna give it to you
No, no, no
You look like you still stay in ya mom's basement
But you got your own door down there so when bitches come and chill you just tell 'em, "Look, we just gonna chill in my man cave."
You look like BAOW! Another dumb ass nigga that'll get shot in his damn face
Cause all that hehe haha comedian shit, I ain't feelin' it bro
So for every knock, knock, it's a pop pop, now which one of you other motherfuckers wanna finish the joke?
Cause nigga this right here, this is where the fun stops
He asked for the fade, and got it
But still got his shit blew (blue) to the side like Yung Joc
Typical battle rap niggas, talkin' 'bout guns knowin' they ain't got none
Okay maybe you do, but we know damn well you ain't shot nothin'
Old young ass nigga, only good for one round {gun clicks} nigga so is this shot gun
And it's murder when it spits
I feel like Alonzo in Training Day I can get surgical with this bitch
Or it's the MAC's firin'
Whole team with .30's to his dome, extension hangin' off the side of his shit like Mackk Myron
I ain't wit' all the exchangin' words
I ain't wit' all the arguin' dummy
I used to pullin' up with the cans out or the hands out, quicker than a nigga borrowin' money
You better ask 'bout me down there bro, I bet they tell you, "Don't start wit' dude. He'll spark a tool
He a son of a gun and he a (he'll) pop just like his father do
That motherfucker be catchin' bodies, but never no cases…bitch, cause this revolver do
Now let me talk to you
You look pure sickening
Last round your breath was horrible you need Listerine
You play with me I'ma grip the thing
The drum stick (drumstick) will leave 'em all flat like most bitches like they chicken wings
This can go however the fuck you want
I can beat the fuck outta ya dirty filthy ass, bare hands; no strap
Or I can shoot a nigga fitted off from a 100 yards with a rifle; no cap
Cause you one of them niggas that's only loud in a quiet room
But me, I'm a silent goon
I don't mind, everything about me action, I even start my conversations off with "Aight BOOM"
So fuck ya honor, ya pride, ya dignity
Cause where we from that shit "Mini Compton"
Guns? Plenty options
Leg shot; Diddy boppin'
Chest shot; he Milly rockin'
This little black bitch will get Smack'd white; let's get it poppin'!
Fuck it, Glock .9
Nah I'm playin' this time, it worked in the second, I don't need it to work in the third my mind
Listen up, the word of the day is "money"
It's also the root to all evil
But it's also the root to all happiness, so you know a nigga goin' to break even
I suggest you don't sell your soul for this money, but don't be no dummy, but don't be greedy
Cause protecting yourself and protecting your wealth ain't easy
That's something- you can take that back to South Carolina
Anywho, if I run in yo' house!
If I run in yo' house? Just stay 'sleep, it's no need to fake bruh
Cause that'll only get you taped up
And get yo' bitch face fucked
Play wit' us
If you happen to be woke and I walk in, just point me to the safe bruh
And go back to sleep cause we gon' get what we came for…and be gone before you wake up
I promise
Boy, we been out here poppin' them pistols
If you love yo' mama, don't make her miss you
You got a problem with Honor or issue
You best take it back, that problem a rental
Your bitch come to my house, with a box full of tissues
Cause she knows she catchin' some missiles
She know it spit like it's cripple
We don't convict, we the criminal
We do that shit, y'all didn't do
Fuckin' yo bitch, it's gettin' loose
You flinch, you get hit wit' two
If you snitch, you be missin' too
I'll fuck around, split his roof
Knock him out, chip his tooth
100 round, different move
One gettin' stuck in yo' chest, other gettin' through
I'll have him and him kill you and you
I wasn't even supposed to make it out
What are the odds, pure savagery
The whole time believin' in God
BLONG BLONG! In his backseat
I get rid of his mom then finish him with a silverback OW AH OW AH!
You an op'
OW AH! Nigga
It's the last bar to show you what I'm about
Moral of the story, you'se an op'
If you gave me the safety pin and a piece of string and put me in a box
For 24 straight hours…I'll come out with a Glock!
Honor nigga! [Round 3: Swamp] Look, look, I said I been trippin' real bad lately
Feelin' like my people been turnin' on me and feelin' like I don't need my bitch
Not trustin' a motherfuckin' thing
Sometimes I even stab my cereal before I eat my shit
Now when it came to the streets, I didn't ask to be in 'em
Neither did I volunteer for this
Are you hearin' this?
I learned to work the keys listening to the OG's
Like when you play music by ear and shit
Now instead of that, instead of streets I should've stuck to playin' ball
Scouts tellin' me there wasn't a peak for my limit
But I still became a serious shooter
I'm just learnin' to start enjoyin' the shit like Kawhi Leonard
I got rid of all of the no good muhfuckas tryin' to ruin the team
I told my last bitch, "Look, it's a hole in the mattress. In other words I see you in the spring."
Cause where I come from, nigga be watchin' ya food long before you even get to make a plate
The streets, my debit card
Both had my name on 'em and an expiration date
Growin' up with nothin' had me runnin' up on niggas takin' everything they got to offer
I mean runnin' all through muhfuckas shit, like black people do in the doctor's office
I came in this bitch with the same pistol I started wit'
Even saved the last bullet for the motherfucker that get on my last patience
I got faith in this bitch like I got faith in my whip
When the E light on and I'm drivin' past all the gas stations
So if it's beef don't talk to me, I'll spark the heat
Had a tool talkin' the kickback like Mike Jack', got a nigga Moonwalkin'
Now that shit was basic, I'll admit it
Plus I'm talkin' 'bout catchin' a body, yeah I repent it
But it was a code for the next nigga that think he may kill I might jack son (Michael Jackson)
I'll be back slidin' wit' it
In this battle rap shit, y'all might not believe it but I'm the new man in this
You disagree? Cannon's lift
Grippin' two pounds, like when you arguin' witcha bitch and you know she got hands and shit
Cause wit' this shit I'm too comfortable
And you was just a Lunchable
I was always taught to cover my own ass
Like if you say "grace" I say one right after you
Just in case God don't fuck witchu
Now I got niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' pull up
(Like that ain't a bad plan or something!)
I ain't givin' a chance
I kicked in the door, him and his mom in the kitchen eatin' seafood
I bend the corner, he like, "Where you came from? I ain't seen you."
I upped the pistol
He like, "Swamp I told you. Whatever problems we had I ain't mean to. I put that on my mama."
Pointed the gun at that bitch like, "Me too."
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