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[Round 1: Tsu Surf] First off Marlon, your ain't my mans nigga... how Goodz say it? They got me battling a skateboard Vans nigga Tsunami Surf through, the whole Lou' will get wet up If III really sick, them hollow tips like Vicks, open that chest up You that long hair pretty boy brother of Chance type of real That bitch with a lot of pubic hair in her pants type of ill, EEEWWW! Wouldn't know what to do with a Desert, you ain't never got your heater on And Nelly song the only time you "Get your Eagle On" In the mirror, boy shorts and a beater on Lip gloss popping, stanky legging to a Trina song You make yo ass clap, I let make lead blam Boy I'll put yo head in a box like webcam His little sister in the Chevy, just face when she neck me No hands, in the hood we call her Bluetooth Becky Spit that comedian shit, tell me how you let your 'matic blow But how you handle this 100 round chopper he couldn't handle a Calicoe? We Mobb Deep, get our ride on, they get they hide on Apple sweet, Ill wouldn't touch a iPhone Everybody your homie and everybody your brother I body them bodies nobody will be crying but your mother Dwayne Wade, 3 from my Heat, a drop 30 This Mac all black, no joke it ain't Bernie You a Ray J fan and a Aye Verb lover Toughest nigga in Midwest is Aye Verb mother Find out where he live, walking, simply get to sparking Them assumed he was really sick Cause everybody in that bitch got the coffin/to coughing If you a boss then send your team And I'm a send back something to knock everything out of anything Your songs a never sell, your image will never blow up I trip and put III in a bag like throw up No braces, make him bite that steel They find him in the freezer, I'll icepack III Like a truck I breaker breaker with one nine, then **drum roll noise** It sound like a drum line hit his front line.... Easy [Round 1: Yung III] I don't know who endorsed you, got you feeling like you in now See dick heads act hard when pussies let 'em in the in-crowd First it was Goodz, ICE, and Arsonal after Lux, Mook and Rex Then Charlie Clips joined the orgy, locking lips and bumping chests It seems you don't gotta do a lot around hurr to get respect But have one or two battles and they gon’ label you a vet Prime example; how Tsunami Surf this big ole' threat? When you had two battles in a basement! I'ma put in my application to get dick rode next See you a do-boy, a sideline second in command To take orders and never spend a second in command I collect and shuffle grams, I'm a boss I get paid for my investments in advance Metal detector, no weapon in my hands Walkie Talkie, give directions to my clan Stomach shot, 10-4 that gun go pop in your mid section and your hands For that butter I grab the toast and bang the Wesson til it jam Surf gon’ get served this biscuit for his green eggs and ham I fuck with Jersey, of course, they dig my Flava Flay And I love New York, but you ain't real brother So you'll never stand a Chance, man I'll have your mother's only son robbed I clock in, you clock out it's a done job My gun prob will put you square underwater, Spongebob So tell Squidward, that's Sig' burst or chainsaw take a chunk of his legs Hockey mask, Michael Myers, Halloween fill his pumpkin with lead Shots pop at my target, then my niggas will hop scotch on the caucus A car battery, cause you don't get buried you get jumped when you dead He don't get that thogh, butter my popcorn and kickback slow Give 'em a break, I ain't bring no candy bars for this Kit Kat hoe Brought a fork and a steak knife for a full course meal Shit Smack this a big snack, a knick knack, whoa Ronald McDonald, let that Big Mac blow Too many squares in your circle I'll put your whole circle in a square nigga, Tic Tac Toe Whoa... it's like a deck of cards when that drama start Cause you'll get cut like SPADES for your DIAMONDS coming out of the CLUB You ain't got no HEART I'm a ACE, fuck a KING, this JACKass just a QUEEN, fiend If frat was Jack Black he'll take a hit on 17 The 9 blam, get a flesh wound Cripple and let him lean, a blind man in a restroom This some shit you never seen That red beam will clear his team out shawty That trigger spray, I don't Kid and Play BLOAH! Sound like I'm calling Martin Lawrence from House Party And speaking of house party, no invitation, you gon’ see me Ready to, "kick some fucking ass!" in that House Party I'm Pee Wee [Round 2: Tsu Surf] Boy you'll catch more shots than a Spalding They might've found Nemo, but they'll never find Marlon Ever, never find Marlon, Hit him where he starving... I got um They only thing I believed in that last verse was "Yo" Them rhymes bore me Called up my St. Louis bitch like "What's the story?" She said "With who? Marlon Bell? He went to McClaude North One of the sweetest schools in Missouri" Not killer gorilla for realer III Who cock back, dump it and hit um up with the steel, chill! Everybody wild monkeys until that banana clip peel And the bars make me yawn, your punchlines is exhausting I was feeling a little ill too Well I guess I found something for the coffin/coughing You a 18 wheeler looking at a deer, aye boo-boo your looking at a bear I will whoop this cushion, put him in a chair Or Q-tip the little nigga and put in the air/ear I tell Verb to his face, yo your lil mans a mutt, but he know Cause he send him to the store for the Dutch He get back and can't hit the blunt You's a runner, for a runner, sleeping bag the whole Lou I'll turn that party to a slumber Paul Wall this guy flashing his grill And shout out to Nasir Jones when I put this 'matic to III The chamber got one and the clips got 8 in Michael Myers jumper with the mask off of Jason Lock pick his door *eerrnn!* stick my face in The Terminator role, knock the baby out the playpen Cause I am not a rapper, I am a slaughterer Find the bitch who birth these foreigners and slaughter her They find Hitman Holla mama in Nevada and Marlon's (Marlins) in Florida I flew to the Lou', what happen to your burner peeps and the murder heat? White sand, clear water, this shit look like Myrtle Beach If you ain't got about 100 choppers, a shot from Blanca Un Kasa binoculars, Muhammad Ali's feet, the precision of a doctor Strength of a ape, work ethic of a boxer If your mother ain't Ms. Wallace or her name ain't Asata My thought on this battle, Hakuna Matata They probably think they Dipset when they repping Tech (texts) send a message Boy will be ballin by himself like Sheppard Cause I let that gun blow, you hear that? You about to have some company next show Automatic sound clip when the mussel burst With a shot like Ray, when he feeling like Shuttlesworth [Round 2: Yung III] Westside St. Louis, my old hood full of Bloods Surf visit rocking all that blue Smurf stuff You even smirk you get merked, what? Y'all harmless, we hurt stuff So trade that Magnum and that Magnum for a Bible and church bus That 9 bake, prom date, you first tux, get hearsed up A 40 cal, a 40 ounce, a purp dutch A phone call in 40 seconds I can have everybody on Earth touched So contact Jesus when I work up Not 911, nigga that's gon’ get the ambulance shot, the doc knocked, the nurse cut Hospital bed spread, tied around his head/legs Bones fractured and nerves crushed That flatline go "doo-doo-d000000p" and it's "clear!" you got served up Y'all from Jersey, well Jet, I'm a Rams fan, what, that ain't worth much? Well your bitch gon’ catch bullets too Better warn her/Warner how I Kurt/cut stuff Verb told me practice, I say, rehearse what? I heard Surf, he garbage, dirt, dust, his verse suck He the worst slut, he cross dress, leave his purse clutched Drink semen from a straw and burp nut I could work up and Surf gon’ get wet like, "Surf's up!" Gnarly dude, Cowabunga, power hunger put a coward under SMACK! Who is this nigga? Why y'all even dial my number?! See I don't QUESTION MARKS, my EXCLAMATION... POINT BLANK PERIOD I'm a semi holder, I tell Surf PAUSE like a COMMA Then put two dots on 'em, turn this nigga to a SEMI-COLON But that's more than a SIMILE When I say HYPEN that mean DASH (-) Damon What I'm aiming to leave his whole squad in parenthesis That's a casket, to all that pimp shit you talk about on the mic About the bitches that you bone and pipe You in love with your baby mama, her real name is Symona Wright Aye Symona! If you in the building.... text my phone when you get home tonight! She said "let me put the baby to sleep" I say, "I got you boo boo." *Shhhh! Shhh!* get to boning like *moaning* nut like "ahh!" Hit Symona like, nut, drop the baby and then leave Smack her on her ass and don't text the bitch phone goodnight Aye Surf in love with a stripper, he cuddle, hug her and kiss her I just fuck her and don't tip her, bitch go on! I dismiss her Now what's wrong with that picture? I see Surf out with her I hit her up like, "What's good cunt? I'm trying to come get ya." She say, "Uh-uh, who's this?" I say- nah, I don't say my name I put the phone down by my big dipper, she like ... "III?" The bitch top me off so much she memorize the sound of my zipper So do your block a favor, and tell 'em you are not a gator In the kitchen chopping rocks with razors, stop it playa [Round 3: Tsu Surf] So Yung III got something to tell He said fuck me? Well that's what I do to Michelle And that's his girl, I'm flying if I'm lying It get hotter than a desert when that llama blam Fuck change punk, I'm a Osama fan Sheryl Swoopes your idol, Marlon a Comets fan Just a nigga-bitch that ball, Jwanna Mann They say Tsunami don't got it all, something sick in me Cause the boy will catch enough bullets to make the pro bowl, with Chris Henry He get cinco form that ocho, Oh No! Doc dot button up his top like polo No gun, fuck it he getting jumped like pogo His girl go down and stay down she a yo-yo Head game Fabolous, we call da bitch Loso If your father been running all his life and he a reverend Who that make you? Jo-Jo! Like you said, you don't get money you be starving Aye Verb flunky, you a Little Man Marlon Pull it down, outline get drew, then they carry him Throw his lil ass cross the field like a javelin If he the TARGET, you can see a wall mark (Wal-Mart) after I splatter him;Maverick Scorch him with that Sun type of heat, Shawn Marion I dare one of you St. Louis niggas try to ride on me They gassed up I be cooking, I ride on E Bang like KG, smother turkeys like gravy Talking 'bout he kiss Verb cause Wayne kiss Baby Big guns, lil guys I buck buck post 'em Whole/hole in his bread and for cream cheese I toast him Surf just pop up yelling with them Glock up One shot hit the hoody, rest tear the top up, Jersey... [Round 3: Yung III] I talk to em before I whoop 'em, how your old man do Shit you don't think fat meets greasy, well I'ma show that's true I tell him "go get that switch" he bitch or say "no can do" Then it's on and he so damn fruit Cause if I have to get my own I'm coming back whooping him on for old and new Like "POW!" that's for hoping I lose "POW!" that's for your daddy's sperm and every raggedy egg in your mom Fallopian tube "BOW!" that's for being dark skin and dirty, softer than Fergie Looking 18 going on 30 "BOW!" that's for being another phony rap goon Internet thug that wouldn't get live in a chat room "BOW!" his ass aching, his back ruined He run into the kitchen hear is mama from the back room Like "Leave my baby alone, you ain't have to do all that to 'em" I turn this darn liar to bonfire A match to 'em, bat to 'em, back shooting Attack 'em and back bruise him Take a 15 minute break... shit, chill and come back to him Toss 'em on a train track and start hacking a axe through 'em See y'all stunt, my niggas criminals and they all want it And they all on it, so tell your Pitbulls, poodles and puppies, your dogs on it Your group of troopers gon’ get Debo'd on Friday I'm Pops with that pooper scooper, dog hunting Any witness that said they saw something, I'ma SAW something Turn Surf body to a large woman, toss 'em in the highway Rush hour and make 'em play dodge ball while cars coming Y'all stunting for attention I don't pay y'all none Til I retire on a pension and my pay off come But with this Word War I'll World War Adolf son German choppers, Napalm bombs and his face all numb Visit his place, I'll come walk in that driveway unload He gon’ swear I was the highway patrol Them infrareds make this Glock look like a radar gun But Tsunami act wet pussy, moist punani I don't need a suitcase lawyer with suits to sue 'Nami' He gon’ swear Martin and Gina friend had a twin When I come with these two Tommy's My mama saw my last battle, she said my speech was absurd That foul language won't get you famous, stop them 4 letter words A bad mama- shut yo mouth, don't blame it on me A glad mother, no 4, I'ma do you in 3 See Surf ACT like he get worshiped like a GOD But for that D.O.E. I H.I.T. my D.O.G's and he'll get R.O.B'd You can A.S.K. your M.O.M. who's your P.O.P... me And advice to S.O.N. from D.A.D. forget R.A.P. and get a J.O.B My pockets gon’ spend that worst day large Put some candles on my cake, my checks get signed like Birthday cards I turn this battle to a party, y'all can decorate the room I got the gift, only thing we missing is the balloons Get this nigga outta here man...
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