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[Round 1: Jakkboy Maine] Pussy, you still a Ray J fan and an Aye Verb lover Yeah, and the toughest nigga in the midwest is still Aye Verb mother FUCK HER, BUCK HER Stuck her, pussy and wow, what you can't tell? I'll Erykah Badu ya, pourin' vinegar over tuna, I'm tryin' to put an end this this fishy smell But you know what I don't understand? Is the nerve of a nigga Like, he ain't know I keep the- Ho, ho, hold up, should I say that? I'm battlin' a vet They give out governments and where you stay at But it's just to serve you subpoenas, not put in the work and get no pay back And bitch this is Banned so pussy nigga we don't play that I stay strapped, go relay that Cause I'm off in the streets, and the bright lights of our Summer Madness, meant you was lackin' or weak I could [?], leave him with the Mark Of The Beast But ayo Smack, BAOW! That's for not knowin' how to market a beast All this a feast Terry O, the Jakkanese, nigga P, optics is sweet The scope on K-Shine, but this one down to a T It was him or me, so I ain't slept Fuck NWX, that's on the set I'm goin' out with my hands behind my back pussy, not across my chest Cause this is where we style a bit, with violent shit I'm big brimming, Amish shit And I pass the bill to kill T (tea) Party, I'm a lobbyist BLAH to this, the bullet will send him up, or pick him up or sit him down Cause with this gun I told Tuna it's drip or dry Fuckin' clowin, I ain't gracious, you a dub homie, the snub on me I chalaka BOO, then get rid of T (tee), his blood on it Duh homie, we throw him overboard and keep kickin' Cause what I adore he need mo- Man someone tell Tuna to keep swimming I'm deep wit' it, and it's nothin' but sticks and drums and these frequencies giving Guessin' my stereotype will cut big fish audio when these bare with him Man listen, two arms spinnin', I'll dance with 'em Through muddy waters, hands round Tuna neck, I'm hillbilly hand fishin' See it's fuck the Bulls, the Bears, they Cubs and Harold's Chicken Fuck Common, Jennifer Hudson and R. Kelly since he piss on bitches Fuck Lupe Fiasco cause Mickey Factz and Daylyt 'Kick, Push' on his nuts all the time And fuck Kanye West cause if slavery was a choice so was his mother dyin' Fuck that nigga that shot you, nah let's give him a round of applause Matter of fact, it's fuck that nigga, I was right the first time cause he ain't finish the job Fuck Michael Jordan, nah nah, it's fuck Chicago, you niggas took him And fuck Oprah Winfrey cause none of my seats came with a gift or a cushion Look I'm movin' with visions, I shoot with persistence Y'all wanna know what's consistent? If there's one fishy nigga round you, usually there's a school of them bitches But I got my gun so hold still, pulled out his whip I'm so skilled, this cold steel BAOW, made it the first time we seen Tuna as road kill Oh well, he got shot It's either karma or bad luck .357 with the deuce deuce in the mix, it add up Spaz what? Cause four 150 I got a white boy that'll smash him Y'all don't peep the Jakkanese, we all know Tuna go well with bread and crackers It's 2 K's for you actors, three in Traffic I got the dead eye And y'all ain't never seen T on the back of a guy like this, and you should be scared not Yeah, I heard you been praisin' him a lot And I give you dead props Just wanna let you know your doctor fix everything too Baow, except a headshot Rap nigga [Round 1: Big T] All of that gassin', I ain't for none of that Arms extended, somethin' with legs on it, we're not jumpin' Jakk We puttin' shit to sleep, I wish nigga would These punches haymakers; lumberjacks Quadruple entendres, wordplay and the crowd ain't respond to none of that? So Big Terrance! Is on total opposite shit tonight because of that I never fucked wit' Jakk You gave Twork 59 hours and that's ya man And then you pieced up with a stud, that was a Blood, that was more a man than Ryda Baby will ever be an actual man One thing I've been meanin' to ask ya man, I hopin' that ain't always have to dap ya man I don't care what y'all do y'all better send out a cash advance Or rush our (Rush Hour) payment, tonight Jakky (Jackie) Chan Y'all Jakky's friends, I'm just sayin' That's ya man all the brainstorming and cloud chasin' is mind blowin' That's ya Blood, you put 59 hours on him Y'all niggas from the Nickle OD'd (Nickelodeon), you threw slime on him? It seemed like those Sierra Leone diamonds is rhyme stonin' Jack Thriller bein' a star? I guarantee it's time for y'all to keep y'all eyes on him Nah, that would've got Maine clocked a couple minutes later Smack, we real niggas time zone him When I'm on him Schindler's List like Jews when they was runnin' from Hitler What sound you make? Photo bomb? You lil' niggas just jumped in the picture Big bitch like Baby D when she start run from a nigga Hoe screamin' "Don't hit my Jakk (jack)!" like she finally done with a nigga And I ain't done with this nigga I want 'matics that pop, you move Cause after I crack a Jakk (Cracker Jack) BOX, y'all know the rules You'll get heat, they won't find your body 'til next week 'til yo' shit infected They'll find you sleep, everybody turn got mad and (Madden) the game turned around on me like an interception I just see people try to sabotage a star on a walk of fame like Donald Trump bein' elected They done called back so I'm not here to off Jakk (jack) like "BEEP. The number you have reached has been disconnected." I felt disrespected when I had to battle you I start doin' a whole bunch of shit that I didn't even have to do Nigga I went to feed the dog, went to give the alley cat some food Went to the mall, decided to wear the Santa suits Sweep the hall, decided to bring the vacuum through Snap back, bitch this is more than a step back for you Step back, Paul Pierce 2002 back for 2 Step back, nigga like the snow day back in school Step back, nigga this like the moonwalk in Michael Jackson shoe When I was thinkin' of Jakk wordplay, I was thinkin' of one word: "play" Go on break one more date, one more eighth One more straight, brush my teeth and realize that ain't none your straight What's your weight? It look like someone ate, V8 made vegetable pain What's your brain up in one more state? What's your hate? Tech said, "Bullets ain't got no name." Bitch, these bullets got more names on you than Tech 9 on Champion announcin' names that is NOT yo' name Y'all sayin' all this Blood shit, how is that yo' gang? Y'all should really be tellin' the Crip this cause what you did lately was real crab lo mein (Maine) What's on his noodle? This is now! This ain't real to me This like a Harlem Globetrotter game where you bounce the ball off a nigga head durin' an inbound Nah, him down I lift this big pound easy like I'm tryin' to help somebody with they chin down Get right (write) to it, fuck a pen pal Jakkboy, I fuck wit' niggas that clean house faster than a nigga with unexpected friends in town Then off Jakk (jack) like "Boop. Can you hear me now?" Quiet! [Round 2: Jakkboy Maine] I said Big Terrance! You better sauce up, bitch - you almost outta time I grab the MAC to overreach the baby just a quarter past nine Nah, I ain't fried Y'all made me feel like my homie turned his back on me and I felt the vibes And since him with the help of T, cross my heart {gun click} hope to die It's time to ride! With me and a demon, I'm really beefin' 12 {gun clicks} digits on these squares, I'm hittin' pieces Give me your heart Give me your lung Give me your soul I really need it And tho' they said, "Gimmy got shot" {gun clicks} he ain't have to give me a reason I bunch of 12's, 11's, 10's, you do the Math, I'm finna GLOAT Ancient grip, dipped in gold, bigged it up, did the most Dance on him, hit the whoa, cross me I hit ya folks Man, Big T beating Jakk is impossible like his fingers touchin' his toes! I'mma take ya soul, in a flash then dash just peep description I'm heat seekin' Bullets travellin' faster than light, I'm a speed demon Repeatin', Road Runnin'; meep meep 'Til the end, Desert, milli, you peep the DM X, aw 'Here We Go Again' Nigga fuck ya team and posse, this beam'll spot him Nina cream for bodies BAOW! Then I bury the loaded cal' deeper than the Reaper Diamond You're green T (tea) in the street environment Auctioned off, is he the buyer? Reason behind it, I'm just tryin' to figure out the price of T (tea) in China When these is bloawin', I hit his funny bone and then his femur Don't forget ya pops, I get to T ya Bad bitch, Deliver Us From Eva I need her, lookin' for Nina, I love her discharge, she a creamer Smack and Beas' had me lookin' under them Chi' Lites (lights) like, "Tell me 'Have You Seen Her'?" A keeper Takin' bodies to build mine: Jeepers Creepers Deuce-five, and this 11 with the (K)nick' like Ntilikina BAOW! I done cooked Tuna so many ways I done ran outta options, that's how I'm rockin' Now watch me bring it around town; Bikini Bottom Now go tell ya cats that and cat dis Jakk (Cactus Jack) is a 'Yosemite' A smokin' pipe, I hold it tight Lean left, hold it right I don't know what's right Face the curb: overbite You see how I play it? Cause when you cookin' fish shit, the first thing you supposed to do is remove the head Aw here I go, one BAOW, now then his head roll He Cave too? Naw, but still repped his gang in the dead pose! Ya hoe, the lead go, I squeeze the lemon, ya [?] I cook Tuna then pass the plate to Smack 'cause I seasoned it; Figaro So if I squeeze, iron/lead And police, siren sped Siren speed, white and red And my whole team, finally fled Boy, it's gon' be somethin' funny here BAOW! Pussy, hit the deck Good luck tryin' to give me bunny ears when I'm wearin' your foot around my neck! Time! Over! Over! THIS MY SHIT! RICHMOND SHIT! [Round 2: Big T] Jakkboy can't have shit tonight! Only thing you can do is have manners Y'all see a star on stage, I see a birdcage and a bandanna You should've been workin' on gettin' ya Dipset and gettin' ya grill fixed like Santana Talkin' 'bout "Rob what? Rob who?" Bitch we'll rob you And do a Chicago drill scene on the block with Jakk hammers (jackhammers) {drilling sound} All I'm sayin', I don't care if we was in Atlanta or Atlantis, bitch you will never have an advantage You as fucked as Bad Santa Al Kapone Cigarillos smoke make a light skin bitch earth tone Nigga you battlin' on SMACK with a bandanna and no shirt on I'm kinda jealous of a nigga battlin' on SMACK with no shirt on I'mma smack his face to put a shirt on Besides the fact, like an almanac I got niggas that's squeezin' on the side of Jakk (jack) like a Boost Mobile Chirp phone {phone chirping} I want yo' hearse gone Knock his head off Let me run Twork somewhere real quick, drop his man off A bunch of lead off A bunch of mark in the street and the screech and streak when I sped off Ohh Menace II Society jump headshot The mirror hand wash Now Smack won't lose Ciroc sponsoringship Cause Jakk's (Jack's) spilled with the fifth and the Blood on the mirror is smeared off (Smirnoff) I don't wanna hear a cough What y'all gonna call me out Throw my accomplishments all out Booms and baows? Nigga I should put an apostrophe on y'alls sounds That's my shit! We battlin' in February, this could've been in January December 31st, call dawg now, you know the rules Jakk's swept up in a round 'fore a ball drops down {chirping} "Big T activated" New kids decapitated I wanted him dead, no I exaggerated I want him decapitated You a devil lover, sent to Hell, run a lap with Satan Sent back to Earth by the time the water evaporated But we got a couple minutes and I got a bomb in the buildin', I got time to evacuate it You won't pack .44 Nigga I got shit you need a task force for Total opposite shit, I skip Hov in the lane in the last 444 Nah, I'm from where they mask .44's, blast .44's Prints (Prince) on 'em like Dave Chappelle in the last four on four The way Smack hit the dash flo' board Ray Charles might sue us for the last four four Cause the way you 'Hit The Road Jack' (Jakk) may not come back no more {scratching sound} Scratch on record, he sing like Pretty Ricky You get a kill shot, like you slipped a Micky You get a 'Killshot', Eminem would not be here to diss me Killshot, D.I. Da Hennyman would not be chillin' wit' me {scratching sound} Put Jakk (Jack) In The Box who wanna go into business wit' me? Split him with the Henny, 50/50 Blicky blicky Blood everywhere, drippy drippy There'll be a river of it, you won't be able to tell Maine from Mississippi Naw, it's cause part of Jakk's in (Jackson) Mississippi This who y'all sent to get me?! This who y'all sent to get me?! This nigga!? This nigga?! This nigga right here?! This nigga right here?! This nigga?! This who y'all sent to get me?! [Round 3: Jakkboy Maine] You know what I don't understand? Fuck that, chopper on the stand Glock up in my hand, I'll kill you where you stand I mean I wanted to get him myself, but then he got caught up by the man So now I'm doin' everything I can, to get Tuna out the can The gun go blam Cause Tuna's the plate that's given, I made the mission Pick Nina, with the dick hangin' out, just Jaden Smithin' I fuck with Chuck, Shaq, Kenny and Ernie But as I keep on listenin', let me add Lux cause you know a nigga lost when he goin' fishin' I walk in and off him with TEC's Yeah, then the coffin is next He was trollin' 'til his face went through the screen Now Tuna caught in the 'net Check, his whole house gettin' swept Not even his grandma made it They figured, "How you figured T (tea) was sweet?" "Nigga my grandma made it." All cause you put rocks up on the strip, Glocks up on ya hip Cool, you can stop with all the shit I'm poppin' on my shit Move, you get fried, boiled, baked and sauteed up in this bitch BAOW, that ones salty- I like hot sauce on my fish You lil hoe [?], blade from east to west Coast to coast through the scope Anything off, sure (offshore) count; Nova Scotia I was in my crib, shit start to feel a lil' fishy Good thing the G near Grab the Glock; Deborah Cox, ain't nobody 'Supposed To Be Here' If I see tears, what a night Nina bitchin', hold her tight Heaven skies, must be nice Pearly gates, must be right BAOW, he like, "This can't be twice." BAOW, he like, "This can't be right." BAOW, they like, "This can't be life." Cause T upside down and I'm the Antichrist And though it don't hurt to, beat you the same way they say you hurt Tsu Bullshit, bulldog, late night, I curfew Headshot, stomach shot, leg shot he gon' "Err. Oww." 16 vs 1, and if he game, cock, (Gamecock) I'ma hurt Duke And I'ma pop ya crew like a chic Camaro dies, I'm in hot pursuit Is it red or blue? Cause you fishy bitches always confuse me since Dr. Seuss I shoot, and tell Diddy if I gotta Get Him To The Greek it will not be cool College hazin', I squeeze Big T in the cup, now I got the juice I'm poppin' too And he thought yellin' at his gang would get his duty stalled but I fooled him y'all Yeah, I'm used to hearin' "Quiet" before the movie start Hoe whatchu runnin'? Cause Blood said I can't be wildin' on a vet Bet Pistol in his mouth, now he quiet; on the set You fuckin' moolie You [?], probably writin' on [?] BAOW, headshot {gun clicks} but I go mo' for him I focus in, he started to chalaka, ended up yodelin' BAOW! Now gills on Tuna face ain't the only openin' I'm loadin' him, and he like, "From where?" But you never know and then I shove a bullet down his shit Cause fish eat everything whole, oh no Oh no, survive R. Kelly? Nah I wanna see if he survive a slug Cause if I put the key to this 'Ignition' he won't 'Step In The Name Of Love' I aim at all And they like, "When is this clown gon' stop?" Then I yell "Fore!" cause on the T (tee) there's a round on Top And you wanted Twork (twerk) so pussy pop Then the tre done left a mess And they pronounced him dead cause according to the alphabet T three away from X Peep what's next {burps} Peep what's next, cause you goin' in the dirt, fuck a hearse You get a bullet and a prize (Enterprise) cause what I rented hurts (Hertz) Ruger, LCR spinnin' {scratching sound} But peep the works First the revolver pop I got then let the cha cha slide, ERR reverse Time man Richmond shit [Round 3: Big T] Somebody get it I'll take ya newborn baby and go drunk drivin' wit' it Flip off all of Virginia police and tell a mothafucka "Mind yo' business." For once I admit it You ain't seen me on SMACK cause I've been overseas whippin' shit for cheap like a Hyundai or Civic Reach for me shit somebody dyin' wit' it Unload, reload, unload, reload until I'm tired of repeatin' myself like "Naaah, forget it." I'll turn your brand new face to an abstract art exhibit I'm close to this .50, don't try to kick it For everybody with this Maine character, last name in the clouds, let's start 'The Simpsons' I'll start it wit' him I mean goofy torture Goonies? This movie horror talkin' 'bout Goonies But y'all give me more of a goofy aura A Reggie [?] aroma Chilaka boo up on ya, put bazookas on ya Holes in him, like a hooked a hookah on ya Hoes like I hooked a hooker on ya Laughed at him like I hooked a hook on him He got the drugs on him, and hook a hook on him They put Tuna up in the mix, I hooked the hook up on him Master P, put the quarter in Jakk back and I Got The Hook Up for him You gon' look up for him Look up even higher What I say against old T? 2Pac he the shooter and the driver Both y'all niggas liars I told Suge he a fag playin' shotgun, you Omar in 'The Wire' But the new T will 2Pac a nigga thinkin' 'Ambitionz Az A Ridah' (Ryda) All I'm sayin', it's gonna hurt somethin' They want me to start with the turbo T and switch the Surf button All this gon' hurt somethin' I just made J pay (JPay) like the app Suge ain't used to hit Surf nothin' So you think I'm just gon' aim at the New Jersey team and miss Twork somethin'? How? Baow! Baow! Smoke him like a mild Mild, no joke like a Wild Style On flow like a pal All I hear is "pow pow" fuck him up like a white boy in a "I wanna be down" pound And I spray it faster than the word around town The word around town, they don't even notice the punch Thanksgiving dinner the way I roll with the punch Mayweather the winner the way I roll with the punch Yeah white for dinner I just roll with the punch and make a movie outta Jakkboy like Snow In The Bluff Aw see y'all didn't even notice the punch Goonies, ain't nothin' new to me I'll be in your Richmond livin' area like a beautiful gated community I'll hit yo' blocks with the Glocks and end up sprayin' it beautifully A bunch of pew pew baow baows I don't know if it's the loud or I'm startin' to think it's two of me A bunch of Police Academy sounds Ambulances movin' through the streets You talk about shit shot to the heart like Diddy in Get You To The Greek Aw, he got the safe in the room, I'm gettin' to the heat Arms around him, walkin' in the crib like "You should get you some sleep." See as you see Jakk be nimble, Jakk be quick Soon as Jakk jump over {gun clicks} candle sticks Bllllit, blastin' shit Before Jakk's (jacks) on the floor like 52 card pick up magic trick When people don't have a trick That's my style I started it with a rhyme so smart as shit that it sound like some retarded shit Jakkanese? Nigga is you talkin' 'bout heroine, X? Nigga we jackin' these Nigga ain't no jackin' these I'm Mr. Boo Blocka, we jackin' these You depend on pea (P) coat for everythin', even yo' jacket needs Oh the Jakkanese, the metaphors, you ain't peep that? Rewind back You gon' see K's where P's at, Big T's back Quiet!
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