Charron vs. Nu Jerzey Twork by Krack Liberty Battle League Lyrics
[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said, Corey Charron...that’s who these niggas matched me up wit’
You was doin’ all that promo online, and now you gotta back it up, bitch
I run down with ratchets to the whip
You get a couple last words, then I’m clappin’ up shit
I give everybody in the car the three (Tha Carter III)
Then it’s A 'Milli' givin’ Corey guns (Cory Gunz) - he better (w)rap it up quick
Ain’t nothin’ sweet
This the same grown man that let another grown man leave a hand print on yo’ fuckin’ cheek!
Who the fuck is he?
If that was me, you woulda been in hospital, laid up to plugged machines
The white boy heart pumpin’ weak
They said he had a Wildstyle, but I had enough of this Con rappin’, they cut the beat
You’se a wannabe
I’m at your home, I’m a common crook
Llama cook
Hidin’ out, Dick Cheney: behind the Bush
We do pop-ems at the crib!
I got a vision, my nigga Suge, we gon’ pop one after this
Y’all heard me say Dick Cheney, right?
I’m only here ‘cause of that Shotgun accident!
Don’t bore me in this bout!
I run down on Corey Charron bitch, see what your shorty is about
Revolver, Smith & Wesson, point .40 in the mouth
Get to ravin’ (Raven), spin off like, “Is Corey in the house!?” (Cory in the House)
I’m aimin’ at his wife
I see him, rifle on me, raisin’ up the pipe
Aimin’ at him right
Got him runnin’, doin’ hurdles, prayin’ for his life
Y’all keep thinkin’ these White Men Can’t Jump (*chk-chk*) ‘til they playin’ wit’ the Snipes!
Your life’s over, pipe smoke him
What, you gon’ rebuttal?
I hear you body wit’ the frees’ (freeze), so I scoped ya! (ice sculpture)
Grippin’ the thing
Nigga, I really pop-
Nigga, you don’t know what I did for this thing
Home invasions - I done took off more masks than a mystery game
Dumpin’ 'em, neck shot, gun peel for the fuck of it
I think this shit all a circus act, so one will (wheel) hit your jugular (juggler)
Ain’t no reasonin’ wit’ him
We don’t be believin’ what you spit
Lil’ deuce-deuce, I keep it in the Timb’
Pull out, put the piece up to your chin
Like…”I fuck with savages
You fuck boys, you can’t hang”
Nah, fuck that!
(*chk-chk*) You ‘bout to find out if Jesus really Slim!
Jersey
[Round 1: Charron]
They said Reed couldn’t make it, so it’s my turn for the homi’
Dr. Miami: in exchange for Dollaz (dollars), I got Twork (twerk) for this body, wit’cha fake ass
Don’t act aggressive and hard
You don’t wanna take this outside...Reed lent me his car
I’m goin’ for a 30 - that’s that
I ain’t on cards lookin’ for a 2-1: this ain’t blackjack
You gon’ rush me on stage wit’ mad cats?
You could die pushin’ the envelope: anthrax
Think I can’t rap? I’m spazzin’ - scratch that
I don’t play, all I do is bug out: SMACK app
We just started, this is half the chapter
You’re losin’ flat-out, Twork (twerk): Jaz The Rapper!
All this “cracker, cracker”? I don’t play that
Think it’s all sweet and (Sweden) get out-barred: A$AP!
You battle, like, every week - we hate that!
Damn, that shit got old real quick: FaceApp!
He’s seen me vers’ Tay, that’s why he ain’t hoodied up
You don’t wanna fight, fam’
Get a good shot from a right hand
There’s a confrontation? Ronald Reagan: your hood rocked by a white man!
You gon’ punk me ‘cause I’m a nerd that’s skinny?
I’mma do him worse than Nitty
Man, he said white boys can’t jump - Dirk Nowitzki!
Now I’m really up in the streets, with a Philly flow
Got ‘em screamin’, “WorldStar!”, I’mma let, like, 50 go
Tough kid, Twork (twerk) hit: compilation video
Everybody hate on the kid - he gettin’ busy, tho’
Yeah, they’re like, “We know he can spit - he ain’t Gillie, tho’.”
Rappin’ like you’re Mystikal
Canadian your sister boned
This dick, she choked - bitch, we call her Cyssero!
You’re the leader of the Goonies, but you’re plaugin’ their brand
If you’re the chain of command, how’d you let them show up with a Walmart chain in their hand?
When he chose that ice, did he get the Rollback price?
Like, did y’all buy it off Rum Nitty, like this chain legit?
You thought it’d be real if you rubbed it three times and made a wish?
You thought that they had Jacob the Jeweler next to the potato chips!?
See, I bought that chain, I had to try it
My neck was greener than Aye Verb’s diet
You stupid clowns
There’s the PGs, then the Gooonie Grounds
Every year, they meet up to renew their “BOWs”
Buncha rejects!
I’ll do you crazier than crazy, Glu’ (Krazy Glue): E. Ness!
If the green right, I’m at your team next
That chain was faker than Rome DMV’s death!
Fuck all the cracker jokes you’re makin’
Since you lost to Mike P, Charron’s been waitin’
Another white person doin’ Twork (twerk) bad: cultural appropriation
See, you act tough, but we can see through your acts
Last event, you pushed J.O.T.S. - people just laughed
Real Philly heads knew that was fake beef: Geno’s and Pat’s!
Hey, yo, Philly! I know y’all wanted that Reed that battled Trigga
But I stepped up for y’all ‘cause I’m that-
Jersey
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said, I done had some violent days
Since battle rap, God is great, times is changed
But this 16 ain’t nothin’ but the truth, like Honest Abe
I’m ‘bout to get to wildin’ after
And I’m true to the bone, ask the chiropractor
They won’t find a fracture
But niggas fuck wit’ me out there in Canada - you do a lot of cappin’
I mean, Drake fuck wit’ me
Franchise told me I’mma be killin’ niggas until I’m tired of rappin’
Shit, I’m probably even the man to Tory (mandatory)
So this shit gotta happen!
Llama clappin’, dumb shit!
I used to steal base and run shit
And if I come in like a backup pitcher, submit! (sub mitt)
I’m talkin’ dumb shit!
I shoot ‘til the gun click!
Tell the ambulance, “I still got them two pumps like a minuteman...so come (cum) quick!”
Four clap him!
Minuteman? Cum qui-?
Y’all better not cheer or gas him! (orgasm)
One down! Nigga, please!
I’m on to bigger things
Aye, aye, you? (AAU) Little League!
Lemon squeeze
I ain’t just gon’ shoot Charron when the trigger squeeze
Bah! B-
I mean, I was gon’ let it ring once, but the more the merrier (marry her): polygamy
He don’t know where this drama can go!
It’ll lead to a chopped-off dome
I got a freezer where a lot of heads go
Stab his brother, axe (ask) his mother, like his father said “No”!
I doubt he’ll shoot!
I run down on the whole Wild n’ Out cast, show 'em what shottys will do
I’m a Hitman wit’ the Clips, hit Chico Bean
Wreck (Wrek) the DJ, he’ll be out of a booth
Grab the cannon, then grab Nick Cannon, put a pound to his roof
DC YoungFly stand behind him? (What?)
Cool - they can both share the bullet outta the tool
BOW! It go in an old nigga, but come outta Young...like the Fountain of Youth
SMACK Killer!? Aw, bless y’all, Charron
We gon’ chastise Charron
Put him in check, get him in check, check his testosterone
Come to the crib, like real estate
You know, check by your home
Like, like, “Who you screamin’ at, nigga!?”
I’ll put this TEC by ya dome
The tone change when the stick slide up: x-xylophone!
I back out!
Pull the MAC out!
Pistol-whip, King of the Dot: Blackout!
Jersey
[Round 2: Charron]
...Bow!
Had to do this
Goin’ “BOW” for “BOW”: ain’t actin’ Buddhist
Clip longer than Twork fans’ excuses
Do you mind if I do a “Gun so big” bar?
Well, I’mma try the shit!
Iron gripped
Call it "Rome DMV": it'll take you two years to fire it
You kept him after he robbed your crew
How does your clique feel?
After all his antics, you kept your lips sealed
You’re only as good as the company you keep
That’s a big deal
Rome's death was fake - BOW! Jerooz-alem's (Jerusalem) is real (Israel)
How many plates is URL gon' feed him?
Every time we see Twork, it’s choke season
Smack's a bully - he keeps pushing you for no reason
This an easy body
He gonna stumble ‘cause he sleeping on me
All I hear is struggle wit' ya bars: Geechi Gotti
He’s strapped in!
No verse for his opponent
Madness...he could "Jersey" at any moment
You got charged for robbing a woman’s bag
The streets are nervous
You no-show leagues and then don’t reimburse this
So in and out of battle rap, you’re known for stealing purses
When we hear your name, we have to pause it
But that doesn’t mean you should rob leagues for their half-deposit
Always jumpin’ around like the next man’ll get ya
The left hand will wreck ya-!
You look like Danny Myers tried to create himself in Def Jam Vendetta
You choked against Big T on Smack's birthday
The room was trippin'
Dude was slippin'
Jesus Christ, that’s the worst thing with a Big T and Jerooz-salem (Jerusalem) since the Crucifixion
Come shun you can’t copy respect
When Smack said he wanted a jersey for his birthday that’s not what he meant
Aye I made this about money- you make this about money, I make this about rhymes
Nothing says, "I'm gettin' my assed kicked" like complainin' about time
You wanna do this, what you write is true
You backed up with that Blackout Avocado, next round it's lights out for you
[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
Stay in ya lane
Bring you major pain
Dunk on my like Dirk Nowitzki- fade away
I said, y'all gon' make it to where I'ma catch me a case
This nigga Reed backed out, I'm like, "Who they gonna get to rap in his place?"
Now I gotta get paid way less than what I actually make
Then y'all gave me the nigga that pulled out the fake case- now that was just a slap in the face
You not worthy nigga
You don't even deserve a strap on the waist
You don't even deserve a mask on the face
You don't even deserve to be robbed
I mean you don't even have what it takes
You think I knew I would be rappin' on a stage
Trust me, that was not in my past planned
You think Verb, me liftin' up the hood but I was just strapped in
Where I'm from the cops lift up the hood too, they blockin' the dash cams
We had to earn it, and that correlates it
I mean, I ain't gon' be cliche when they say
"See a white man get the ball and dunk is more amazin'."
I ain't gonna rap 'bout how they cheer because you white
Cause I'ma let the Glock slap my problems
Pistol whip you black and blue, I'ma knock the shock factor out you
You honkey's days are numbered
They always wanna talk about Barack Obama
But George Bush also was also in office for two terms and promised change was comin'
Two whole terms!
That's why this cracker gettin' ate (8) for nothin'
You'se a has been
Tell them how you posed with a confederate flag used for fabric
Keep it a hundred
Right? See you'se a savage
Headshot, Ruger blastin'
Right on the Confederate roof; Dukes Of Hazard
Jersey
[Round 3: Charron]
Aye, you tried to do the fade away rebuttal and play with Charron
I'ma flip what he said in his first round about Raven Simone
Rush into his crib, rip a shorty out a blouse
You fake alcohol poison wit' Danny, now this .40 in his mouth
Everyone thought Raven had a future
Baow. Not with Corey In The House
Aye, you already said that, but you think against you that I truly am scared?
Man, all you talk about is your gun
Baow, how you shoot in the air
It's just Strapped In and "baow"
You just have two crutches, like dude in the chair
Listen Raivon, it's choke after choke, stop the excuses
They let Raivon (Raven) get away with murder: Ray Lewis
I'm the URL Killer, you all have the same blueprints
I been putting SMACK through caskets: I’m Frank Lucas
You was ready for Reed gonna handle ya own
But fucked around and found Charron in the back of ya home
With a book bag war vests, vests and some ammo
K over the shoulder, two Berettas: I’m Rambo
Damn, bro, you really take your time
You was ready for Reed, you had tailored rhymes
You trained just to take this L in Philly the Market-Frankford Line
Now you and Suge are the "Monstars"? I hope you had a lot to drink
I made Shotgun sink
Man you're just another one I (eye) body: I ain't afraid of the Monster's Inc
Leagues don’t let him get paid first
Smack makes excuses, that's how being a big name works
Kids lucky he has URL protection; Safe Search
See you’ve ducked like six battles since May 1st
They said Marv & Quest were gonna kill you, but I may first
If you strapped, I'm strapped, I'm with that
Bottle cap challenge twist his top off from the kick back
Get wet up by a Hollow: "Splish-Splash"
DNA Instagram: me and Jerzey (jersey) a mismatch
See that's every fuckin' bar, you ain't fuckin' wit' that
Marv made a request I kill him; Summer Impact
"Hey you guys" now you're in fuckin' trouble
Blade to his gut, leave bloody puddle
Now he a real Goonie Chunks hanging out his stomach; Truffle Shuffle
Stumble stumble
When you perform it’s never and never
Glueazy choked last battle, I thought you'd get better and better
Ironic your boys Glue and you both need to get it together
But why are the fans surprised he chokes? Their brains should absorb this
Technically a twerks (Tworks) just a bum with a shaky performance
See you gonna come out there, but you on that
You gonna say you would've lost if it wasn't on SMACK
Man you got a gun so big, man, mine's beyond that
Philly gonna talk about this extension; Ben Simmons contract
But this is what I'm doin', you complainin' about time
Cause you ain't even done a good round
We know why he ain't in his normal get up, he already let the hood down
I said, Corey Charron...that’s who these niggas matched me up wit’
You was doin’ all that promo online, and now you gotta back it up, bitch
I run down with ratchets to the whip
You get a couple last words, then I’m clappin’ up shit
I give everybody in the car the three (Tha Carter III)
Then it’s A 'Milli' givin’ Corey guns (Cory Gunz) - he better (w)rap it up quick
Ain’t nothin’ sweet
This the same grown man that let another grown man leave a hand print on yo’ fuckin’ cheek!
Who the fuck is he?
If that was me, you woulda been in hospital, laid up to plugged machines
The white boy heart pumpin’ weak
They said he had a Wildstyle, but I had enough of this Con rappin’, they cut the beat
You’se a wannabe
I’m at your home, I’m a common crook
Llama cook
Hidin’ out, Dick Cheney: behind the Bush
We do pop-ems at the crib!
I got a vision, my nigga Suge, we gon’ pop one after this
Y’all heard me say Dick Cheney, right?
I’m only here ‘cause of that Shotgun accident!
Don’t bore me in this bout!
I run down on Corey Charron bitch, see what your shorty is about
Revolver, Smith & Wesson, point .40 in the mouth
Get to ravin’ (Raven), spin off like, “Is Corey in the house!?” (Cory in the House)
I’m aimin’ at his wife
I see him, rifle on me, raisin’ up the pipe
Aimin’ at him right
Got him runnin’, doin’ hurdles, prayin’ for his life
Y’all keep thinkin’ these White Men Can’t Jump (*chk-chk*) ‘til they playin’ wit’ the Snipes!
Your life’s over, pipe smoke him
What, you gon’ rebuttal?
I hear you body wit’ the frees’ (freeze), so I scoped ya! (ice sculpture)
Grippin’ the thing
Nigga, I really pop-
Nigga, you don’t know what I did for this thing
Home invasions - I done took off more masks than a mystery game
Dumpin’ 'em, neck shot, gun peel for the fuck of it
I think this shit all a circus act, so one will (wheel) hit your jugular (juggler)
Ain’t no reasonin’ wit’ him
We don’t be believin’ what you spit
Lil’ deuce-deuce, I keep it in the Timb’
Pull out, put the piece up to your chin
Like…”I fuck with savages
You fuck boys, you can’t hang”
Nah, fuck that!
(*chk-chk*) You ‘bout to find out if Jesus really Slim!
Jersey
[Round 1: Charron]
They said Reed couldn’t make it, so it’s my turn for the homi’
Dr. Miami: in exchange for Dollaz (dollars), I got Twork (twerk) for this body, wit’cha fake ass
Don’t act aggressive and hard
You don’t wanna take this outside...Reed lent me his car
I’m goin’ for a 30 - that’s that
I ain’t on cards lookin’ for a 2-1: this ain’t blackjack
You gon’ rush me on stage wit’ mad cats?
You could die pushin’ the envelope: anthrax
Think I can’t rap? I’m spazzin’ - scratch that
I don’t play, all I do is bug out: SMACK app
We just started, this is half the chapter
You’re losin’ flat-out, Twork (twerk): Jaz The Rapper!
All this “cracker, cracker”? I don’t play that
Think it’s all sweet and (Sweden) get out-barred: A$AP!
You battle, like, every week - we hate that!
Damn, that shit got old real quick: FaceApp!
He’s seen me vers’ Tay, that’s why he ain’t hoodied up
You don’t wanna fight, fam’
Get a good shot from a right hand
There’s a confrontation? Ronald Reagan: your hood rocked by a white man!
You gon’ punk me ‘cause I’m a nerd that’s skinny?
I’mma do him worse than Nitty
Man, he said white boys can’t jump - Dirk Nowitzki!
Now I’m really up in the streets, with a Philly flow
Got ‘em screamin’, “WorldStar!”, I’mma let, like, 50 go
Tough kid, Twork (twerk) hit: compilation video
Everybody hate on the kid - he gettin’ busy, tho’
Yeah, they’re like, “We know he can spit - he ain’t Gillie, tho’.”
Rappin’ like you’re Mystikal
Canadian your sister boned
This dick, she choked - bitch, we call her Cyssero!
You’re the leader of the Goonies, but you’re plaugin’ their brand
If you’re the chain of command, how’d you let them show up with a Walmart chain in their hand?
When he chose that ice, did he get the Rollback price?
Like, did y’all buy it off Rum Nitty, like this chain legit?
You thought it’d be real if you rubbed it three times and made a wish?
You thought that they had Jacob the Jeweler next to the potato chips!?
See, I bought that chain, I had to try it
My neck was greener than Aye Verb’s diet
You stupid clowns
There’s the PGs, then the Gooonie Grounds
Every year, they meet up to renew their “BOWs”
Buncha rejects!
I’ll do you crazier than crazy, Glu’ (Krazy Glue): E. Ness!
If the green right, I’m at your team next
That chain was faker than Rome DMV’s death!
Fuck all the cracker jokes you’re makin’
Since you lost to Mike P, Charron’s been waitin’
Another white person doin’ Twork (twerk) bad: cultural appropriation
See, you act tough, but we can see through your acts
Last event, you pushed J.O.T.S. - people just laughed
Real Philly heads knew that was fake beef: Geno’s and Pat’s!
Hey, yo, Philly! I know y’all wanted that Reed that battled Trigga
But I stepped up for y’all ‘cause I’m that-
Jersey
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said, I done had some violent days
Since battle rap, God is great, times is changed
But this 16 ain’t nothin’ but the truth, like Honest Abe
I’m ‘bout to get to wildin’ after
And I’m true to the bone, ask the chiropractor
They won’t find a fracture
But niggas fuck wit’ me out there in Canada - you do a lot of cappin’
I mean, Drake fuck wit’ me
Franchise told me I’mma be killin’ niggas until I’m tired of rappin’
Shit, I’m probably even the man to Tory (mandatory)
So this shit gotta happen!
Llama clappin’, dumb shit!
I used to steal base and run shit
And if I come in like a backup pitcher, submit! (sub mitt)
I’m talkin’ dumb shit!
I shoot ‘til the gun click!
Tell the ambulance, “I still got them two pumps like a minuteman...so come (cum) quick!”
Four clap him!
Minuteman? Cum qui-?
Y’all better not cheer or gas him! (orgasm)
One down! Nigga, please!
I’m on to bigger things
Aye, aye, you? (AAU) Little League!
Lemon squeeze
I ain’t just gon’ shoot Charron when the trigger squeeze
Bah! B-
I mean, I was gon’ let it ring once, but the more the merrier (marry her): polygamy
He don’t know where this drama can go!
It’ll lead to a chopped-off dome
I got a freezer where a lot of heads go
Stab his brother, axe (ask) his mother, like his father said “No”!
I doubt he’ll shoot!
I run down on the whole Wild n’ Out cast, show 'em what shottys will do
I’m a Hitman wit’ the Clips, hit Chico Bean
Wreck (Wrek) the DJ, he’ll be out of a booth
Grab the cannon, then grab Nick Cannon, put a pound to his roof
DC YoungFly stand behind him? (What?)
Cool - they can both share the bullet outta the tool
BOW! It go in an old nigga, but come outta Young...like the Fountain of Youth
SMACK Killer!? Aw, bless y’all, Charron
We gon’ chastise Charron
Put him in check, get him in check, check his testosterone
Come to the crib, like real estate
You know, check by your home
Like, like, “Who you screamin’ at, nigga!?”
I’ll put this TEC by ya dome
The tone change when the stick slide up: x-xylophone!
I back out!
Pull the MAC out!
Pistol-whip, King of the Dot: Blackout!
Jersey
[Round 2: Charron]
...Bow!
Had to do this
Goin’ “BOW” for “BOW”: ain’t actin’ Buddhist
Clip longer than Twork fans’ excuses
Do you mind if I do a “Gun so big” bar?
Well, I’mma try the shit!
Iron gripped
Call it "Rome DMV": it'll take you two years to fire it
You kept him after he robbed your crew
How does your clique feel?
After all his antics, you kept your lips sealed
You’re only as good as the company you keep
That’s a big deal
Rome's death was fake - BOW! Jerooz-alem's (Jerusalem) is real (Israel)
How many plates is URL gon' feed him?
Every time we see Twork, it’s choke season
Smack's a bully - he keeps pushing you for no reason
This an easy body
He gonna stumble ‘cause he sleeping on me
All I hear is struggle wit' ya bars: Geechi Gotti
He’s strapped in!
No verse for his opponent
Madness...he could "Jersey" at any moment
You got charged for robbing a woman’s bag
The streets are nervous
You no-show leagues and then don’t reimburse this
So in and out of battle rap, you’re known for stealing purses
When we hear your name, we have to pause it
But that doesn’t mean you should rob leagues for their half-deposit
Always jumpin’ around like the next man’ll get ya
The left hand will wreck ya-!
You look like Danny Myers tried to create himself in Def Jam Vendetta
You choked against Big T on Smack's birthday
The room was trippin'
Dude was slippin'
Jesus Christ, that’s the worst thing with a Big T and Jerooz-salem (Jerusalem) since the Crucifixion
Come shun you can’t copy respect
When Smack said he wanted a jersey for his birthday that’s not what he meant
Aye I made this about money- you make this about money, I make this about rhymes
Nothing says, "I'm gettin' my assed kicked" like complainin' about time
You wanna do this, what you write is true
You backed up with that Blackout Avocado, next round it's lights out for you
[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
Stay in ya lane
Bring you major pain
Dunk on my like Dirk Nowitzki- fade away
I said, y'all gon' make it to where I'ma catch me a case
This nigga Reed backed out, I'm like, "Who they gonna get to rap in his place?"
Now I gotta get paid way less than what I actually make
Then y'all gave me the nigga that pulled out the fake case- now that was just a slap in the face
You not worthy nigga
You don't even deserve a strap on the waist
You don't even deserve a mask on the face
You don't even deserve to be robbed
I mean you don't even have what it takes
You think I knew I would be rappin' on a stage
Trust me, that was not in my past planned
You think Verb, me liftin' up the hood but I was just strapped in
Where I'm from the cops lift up the hood too, they blockin' the dash cams
We had to earn it, and that correlates it
I mean, I ain't gon' be cliche when they say
"See a white man get the ball and dunk is more amazin'."
I ain't gonna rap 'bout how they cheer because you white
Cause I'ma let the Glock slap my problems
Pistol whip you black and blue, I'ma knock the shock factor out you
You honkey's days are numbered
They always wanna talk about Barack Obama
But George Bush also was also in office for two terms and promised change was comin'
Two whole terms!
That's why this cracker gettin' ate (8) for nothin'
You'se a has been
Tell them how you posed with a confederate flag used for fabric
Keep it a hundred
Right? See you'se a savage
Headshot, Ruger blastin'
Right on the Confederate roof; Dukes Of Hazard
Jersey
[Round 3: Charron]
Aye, you tried to do the fade away rebuttal and play with Charron
I'ma flip what he said in his first round about Raven Simone
Rush into his crib, rip a shorty out a blouse
You fake alcohol poison wit' Danny, now this .40 in his mouth
Everyone thought Raven had a future
Baow. Not with Corey In The House
Aye, you already said that, but you think against you that I truly am scared?
Man, all you talk about is your gun
Baow, how you shoot in the air
It's just Strapped In and "baow"
You just have two crutches, like dude in the chair
Listen Raivon, it's choke after choke, stop the excuses
They let Raivon (Raven) get away with murder: Ray Lewis
I'm the URL Killer, you all have the same blueprints
I been putting SMACK through caskets: I’m Frank Lucas
You was ready for Reed gonna handle ya own
But fucked around and found Charron in the back of ya home
With a book bag war vests, vests and some ammo
K over the shoulder, two Berettas: I’m Rambo
Damn, bro, you really take your time
You was ready for Reed, you had tailored rhymes
You trained just to take this L in Philly the Market-Frankford Line
Now you and Suge are the "Monstars"? I hope you had a lot to drink
I made Shotgun sink
Man you're just another one I (eye) body: I ain't afraid of the Monster's Inc
Leagues don’t let him get paid first
Smack makes excuses, that's how being a big name works
Kids lucky he has URL protection; Safe Search
See you’ve ducked like six battles since May 1st
They said Marv & Quest were gonna kill you, but I may first
If you strapped, I'm strapped, I'm with that
Bottle cap challenge twist his top off from the kick back
Get wet up by a Hollow: "Splish-Splash"
DNA Instagram: me and Jerzey (jersey) a mismatch
See that's every fuckin' bar, you ain't fuckin' wit' that
Marv made a request I kill him; Summer Impact
"Hey you guys" now you're in fuckin' trouble
Blade to his gut, leave bloody puddle
Now he a real Goonie Chunks hanging out his stomach; Truffle Shuffle
Stumble stumble
When you perform it’s never and never
Glueazy choked last battle, I thought you'd get better and better
Ironic your boys Glue and you both need to get it together
But why are the fans surprised he chokes? Their brains should absorb this
Technically a twerks (Tworks) just a bum with a shaky performance
See you gonna come out there, but you on that
You gonna say you would've lost if it wasn't on SMACK
Man you got a gun so big, man, mine's beyond that
Philly gonna talk about this extension; Ben Simmons contract
But this is what I'm doin', you complainin' about time
Cause you ain't even done a good round
We know why he ain't in his normal get up, he already let the hood down