Yo Freak

[Round 1: Prez Mafia] First off, I told Murda this ain't a battle about no PG step, nigga, it's to see me reset So let's get it done This nigga talkin' all that, this and that But denyin' the fact I'm a aristoc'at (aristocrat) (a risk to cat) You kitten, son? This nigga PG Step all the way to the top for this shit to plunge And Daylyt stamps the shit And you run with it You dumb In that moment, I noticed Nigga, where'd you get it from? Nigga, that style mine, and it got no name until I give it one And I'm the biter, this writer shook Like nigga, let's fight, and a life get took A uppercut, mixed with a litle me, he gon' bite the hook It's real herе I took a verse, right? But so what? Nigga, I ain't gonna steal hеre That's why the gun so big, I left it home and it's still here Nigga, look, quick question, which new team did you hear that I'm repping? Nigga, I got a mind of my own, my conscious has holes, so for pretending not to murk ya section I will go off But nigga, as soon as I get to turn that weapon, and still (steel) do it again like, I ain't learned my lesson You basic as shit, like I bet they gon' call Prez Mr. Hide My Bars 'cause he be takin' em shits, so that a hundred dollars and Mulatto Black and [?] gon' pay for the shit, but Constipation, think about, he be making me sick Nigga, I sat down on this round and pushed, I ain't takin' this shit Nigga, fuck Dre Nigga, I don't care what tool he got, or who he shot Swear to God on RBE, you ain't Cash Capone a fuckin' booty pop, is that true or not? Plus my dog Brian, he got a ruger cocked [?] So duck the lowest (Lois), or you gettin' Stuey (Stewie) shot I said, this motherfucker don't like me point And I get to blacking on screen like a Spike Lee joint 'Cause I heard that Bonus the shooter And even Charles spray weapons So if Dre don't take deep cover, it's a 187 Fuck a gun play reference, I may get in ya face Like I saw your battle with Trez, the shit's a disgrace Nigga, you punch for nothing, and got dragged in a miserable way But welcome back Mr. Hide My Bars, I'm from the X and my niggas just been itching to sell Smack You let 'em eat on the PGs, he think this shit's a buffet But then the fat nigga get a chef that cook food and couldn't finish his plate So at the end of the day, give 'em at least the clip from shots blammin' I treat the bitch, after the pieces hit, like I'm scammin' Damn it Step in this ring with a plan, you don't wanna brawl Catch a stray, but you could visit the pound if you want it, dog I'm in Longside, New Jersey, low, gun involved I read ya town's population, and nigga, who are you gonna call? 'cause Dre, ya town small as shit And I brought a drum for all 2931 of y'all I'm gunning for, you know that John bitch like Gotti's girl I stick him up until his insides settle and top'll twirl As for your bitch, yeah, miracles happen, he got a girl And she petite, you threw The Weeknd on, made her body twirl She started ridin' as soon as it came on, Bobby's World A lot of niggas is talkin' with no proportion shit But you even gotta pay a price when you die, you heard of coffins, bitch It's fuck the world twice, nigga, seems unfortunate But if I'm such a dick, hop off of it Morning, bitch One round down Woosah [Round 1: Dre Dennis] This nigga was too quick to snatch a rack They wouldn't even let this nigga on Smack Why y'all let him back to battle rap You might've started the PG Step, but bitch I made it great Anyone that mentions the shit, they be sayin' Dre URL was like making facial changes on a created player, they help you save ya face They was tryin' to protect the kid from the Step like a baby gate My gorillas get ugly in the hood, these is Bathing Apes Fat nigga, I'll bow ya head over food, nigga, say ya grace Fuck a one on one, me and my gun are the greatest mates The strap heavy but it help me jump better like ankle weights I took my time, I ain't rush in (Russian), soldier, I ain't a Soviet Y'all old niggas playin' past y'all prime, kinda like Kobe is This won't be a tie, recent battles you haven't shown me shit I show y'all I could fuck up a vet off Smack worse than worse than Jody did He wanna enjoy the fruits of his labor because this bitch sweet Go to his crib to black buried (Blackberry) and we gon' dig deep Don't need a key, we (kiwi) know you honey do (honeydew), so we'll send heat And have a pair fire at Prez, like he got impeached (peach) These niggas with little heart thinking they could ride along Young guns ain't really workin', but they swear they tommy strong My mindset like using a public bathroom and shitting there inside the stall Because I don't wanna leave 'til until everybody gone [Round 2: Prez Mafia] Niggas done gave me the short end of the stick, I'm talking loyalty that, y'know loyalty this I'm keeping shit straight up, this is last straw And it's funny how, these pussy 'never come out the house' cats finally find somebody else barkin' out of your backdoor I'm pissed, so for the green, you wouldn't like me when i'm angry, bitch 'Cause I'm my class' Hulk, and if I spazzed off Even my pants might sag, pause Nah, you see, that was a hidden bar, for you aren't ready for the rounds I'm wastin', I rapped my ass off Tryin' to conceal the plug and I don't feel ya love, then I'mma steal on ya bud like piff did They say he crazy, Prez [?] obese baby bed, that's a big crib Tell ya uncle, stay home I kill a restaurant, better chill, these niggas won't get they babies back Nah, nigga, this ain't forgiving Just note that I said barbecue, 'cause the finger lickin' Tia and Tamera, once I split this image, you'll see the difference I let a billiona air (billionaire), 'cause you have to pay (toupée), you seen Apprentice? Donald Trump, I won't murk ya bitch, but if that hoe tell, then we in business Nigga, I came back regardless of the hate like fuck fake, y'all niggas likin' [?] Go 'head and act if you want, just don't hate, this momma Jones on a smoke break, the ratchet'll spark I paused the game to take a piss, that mean I'm back from the start And these fans Now the fiends watching him like the back on a shark I said nah, or did I? Nigga, that's the question at hand Nigga, let's address it It all started-- 'cause-- I wouldn't-- Nigga, dead it It wasn't to better the plan but I did tarnish my name And got life lessons from fans I looked at it as a Mario game 'Cause one shell ain't make me less of a man Shoutout to Smack Y'all see a nigga back Whoever said that Prez (dead Prez) back, demeanor is intact Let's keep it facts Y'all niggas think I'mma lose [?], picture that Nigga, I'm keepin' it cool [?] to ya boo, tit for tat And fuck a [?] Infrared dot He gon' see how good a [?] For tryin' to Cookie the empire They call us clones Nigga, I used to fill in my [?] Shit I used to have small apartment, Dre, I bought some chrome Nigga, the shit is so big When I brought it home, I bought a home And I suggest you kneel, when I shoot shots, it sting No I propose you getting a big box Right after the leg drop, it ring No I propose, you getting bow, can he survive like Dr King Balcony, survive like Dr King Nigga, not with me, Woosah Let's get to that old Prez Smoke bastard In the end (Indian), a brother step wrong, and get the strap for nothing [?] mack I don't know what's worse Me taking another nigga' raps, or letting the trap down You know, like how Joe Jackson did Mr. Rat Let's take it back When I first started, they said I'd be flipping tiers But then I took a verse, and the shit wasn't light The fans looked at me like lice, but still can't figure out how to wash me Like how did I get in here (hair) Shots'll flare Nah, am I down for that, ff, oxin', yeah But the box clowns Prez'll put the stock down, that's my career All heads Old heads take several seat, am I down for the rockin' chair Prepare to fight, think Scary Spice, I'm the wildest here (hair) Dot or Dre couldn't see me then Or with a group of yes men, that's lot of yeahs (years) And tell T-Top, with the porridge (pull rich) I pop a bear (poppa bear) I'm cleanin' up Nigga I'm goin' over the flow, like I missed a spot Look, listen, watch I got a itch to put dots over dots, that's chicken pox All eyes on me, which route did I take for the chicken, pox I let it spit Think nemesis, I ain't missin' dot 'cause nemesis is [?] Whoever got you winnin' is a damn reach, [?] Tryin' to let lead fly through a van seat The chopper strapped to my back How I get to this damn heat? Help me, bro Shit look like a back itch I can't reach [Round 2: Dre Dennis] I'm from where niggas pull out flags when you tryin' to ball Watch wherre you step, 'cause they gon' say you offside, so watch your lining, dog If you in the field, and you see a play, and you don't like the call, don't try to brawl 'cause you can waste your time out for nothing if you challenge wrong I smell death in the air, I'm a heathen when I'm breathin' He don't wanna taste the beef like he eatin' with a vegan If I touch the gun, you gon' hear it, I'mma squeeze it 'cause I'm heated Smell, taste, touch, hear I'mma give you the fifth since you gotta see it to believe it! I run away and let it ring, like a nigga a loc It's plain (plane) and simple like you sitting in coach It's a Scandal when I'm liftin' the toast Prez got a problem, this black bitch'll fix it like Olivia Pope! You wish to die, it'll get granted Put the fifty to his mug Put twenty on his head, and have him movin' up Like the Jeffersons We'll kill 'em for a dub Beat 'em up, and drew, and jack son And give 'em ten and use a snub Around five, I'm linkin' up, with some hitters that I trust And watching ten bullets fly, but I can aim at his head and give him one 'Cause Prez should be used to having his face in the middle of them bucks I was gonna bend ya man too, regardless I was gon' bust a lead To keep it a hundred, you still would get the buck if you wasn't Prez A savage, shit, I'm Cory I'll give him wings he don't deserve, this Harvey To get away from the shots, this nigga just hit the floor, see It remind you of Ezel in the liquor store, see This bum ain't really slick, but he still gon' get the forty Don't think I'm reckless, you dyslexic, you quick to read me wrong Ain't shit funny, I ain't riddlin' (ritalin), I'll make you keep it calm The thing is drawn, and like a road trip, the other sing along I'll have you feelin' (fill in) the toast, like you tryin' new sneakers on If these bitch ride for ya, then these bitch die for ya With the miller, I'll see see Murda, I'm a master, P, it's shockin' ya I'll fuck ya little ass up, beat the G shit out of ya Little nigga, I'm 6'3″, but you three six, Mafia (Three 6 Mafia) Fucking ya bitch is like the barbershop, 'cause she stay with wild sex She a freak, she sit in my seat, then bring the tape around next That bitch throw on a cover, then she pullin' my chair up She sit on the wood like a kid getting a haircut I eyeball work, I hate the scale, you can tell by my fitness If I hear about your work like orientation, I'mma come by and visit I'll bring the shotty on his block, and aim the snub while he pitching That's what I mean by sticking my nose in somebody's business Sell straight coking, no shortcuts, no Dej Loaf-in You don't never see me play like Greg Oden Straight potent, I break up the rock (Roc) like Dame, Hova So I'm pushing keys to my death like Beethoven Same slogan, it's Loud Boys, niggas knows it's us When we rollin' up, we already rollin' up Loud Boys, Jersey [Round 3: Prez Mafia] I'm the wildest Not Rasheed, that just mean, that I been (Ben) a problem And old heads said aim at his whip, over the brick, I'll hit you and whoever they send to block (cinder block) There's a lot of stake For acting tough, as soon as we meet, you getting hit with the metal, I tenderize 'em Bow Wow What's Bow Wow's ex bitch, Erica? Well, wherever he hidin', my men'll find him Straight heat, ready for war [?] for sure, clip [?], one round down like a hole in the floor I'm not gonna dwell But Boom told me to give you coke and it's raw Hotel room, I got the green light opening doors Home invasion, I'm only here to get them digits in and out I run in the spot, like "where Dre?", of course he in the kitchen, piggin' out Fuck how y'all feel, for talking I put the Smith up in his mouth Now he Garfield, pussy was just kitten on the couch Why him, fuck a Woosah, lame, get me upset This clip got no limit Soldier bitch, that's Mia X No I aim it and watch they man dash (Damon Dash), that's Aaliyah' ex You don't wanna get plane crashed on like Aaliyah jet Get his in the throat with a Nintendo controller, 'cause we (Wii) up next You done all you coulda did, you jerk, but this is really the time for when this bitch get murked I mean the real definition of 'here is where the shit gets worse' SIG clap, got a kick back, like he hit me first And the sad part is you walk around like you some [?] writer Bow, his family mourning, find his brains in front of a lawn so his dome got hired That's a Mitchell & Ness Heat jersey, my throwback fire You ain't seen shit, you waitin' on somebody to tell on a nigga, Boom, you shoulda called out Myers It's Prez Mafia, I brought the clock for ya [?] fuckin' scared, I'll pop chrome, I'll give you a knot (not) home, like you wasn't there Think Dre featuring 2Pac [?] fuck a flare I let a cal lift on ya, love ain't in the air (California Love) Dre, once I clap back at ya lackey, you meeting God, think anymore I'll pack son out back, we don't need a target If I catch him in that store, cheesin' calm Then the heaters spark I let three froze But watch cheap clothes, why flee (flea) the market If Surf can say the chopper's out like Welvin, and he the god This Nina bonkers, pop bro, whoever uncool (uncle) shot, that's Peter Parker So suburban He never been around them niggas that's been them riders I know low rider Bloods that's givin' out transfusions you mention drama Or them big locs that hang around with them folks, give a clip, that's karma (comma) When you see a playboy throwin' up bunnies on ya block with a drum, it ain't a Energizer Pardon my [?] You know my partner's a loud boy, he got Tourettes Syndrome The nigga don't know he be acting stupid, y'all Like I said I want John John, tell a nigga I'm ready to get a Don knots (donuts) for not knowing when three's company But when two are involved, you move in, jack and I don't give a fuck who feel that bar Tell Dougy he shoulda said, I'm still a nigga that keep wheel still (steel) like a boot on the car It makes sense, honestly, I don't know what to think of this They got me faced against battle rap's Weird Al Yankovich A big dummy I slide the common part of sentence, I showed a pair of these (parodies), the clip funny City, after you shoot this bag, please have my cash like Mitch Money What, y'all ain't peep, cousin Shoot this bag, please have my cash, that's Mitch Money Peep, cousin No [?], you eat nothin' Shots, I'm sendin' em out Don't say shit, or a clip'll come out And as a child I was taught not to talk with a fifth to ya mouth Dedication and hard work, that's what lyrics about Like I said, I had to sit and push for this shit to come out Keep givin' 'em clout I ain't do this shit for you, this shit for the crowd For the folks And sayin' I took some shit I was battlin' Took and shit And I took the shit with a smile For the folks who really loved me and remember my style Zike a fat bitch on a seesaw, it's about to go down [?] Hoffa The only reason why I called him Hoffa is 'cause his friends is some busters, think about it Look author (Arthur), why convert the bull when I red tops Count on the head Shit, if you just don't want it, get slap boxed 'cause I mastered rounds and angles, both behind metal, every word that I write in my pad, locked And this round is for my niggas that really don't have guap And since ya mouth brings less fortune, it's gon' have knots (less fortunate, have nots) WeGoHard, thanks for having me, nigga And guess what, it's two reunions, FTW, Faculty, nigga [Round 3: Dre Dennis] I don't care who feel some type of way, that's where the Grinch stay You bitch-made! I'll run up on you, with a switchblade Ch! Then switch blades! His head'll be red like Malcolm X in his pimp days Yeah, I stole it, bitch 'cause you took bars, and act like you wrote the shit There's one main rule in hip hop, and you broke the shit Fuck all the excuses, you was lazy and stole How many nights y'all stay up late and feel like y'all brain will explode You shoulda used your art and craft and tried making ya own I know things was rough an' (Ruffin) you shoulda left the Temptations alone You said, I'm only here to make shit worse But I break fast, 'cause I'm quick to grab the toast like I'm late for work But you stole ya homies' bars and had to take his words So you had another nigga punch for you like you was late for work You got a black prostitute mindset 'cause nigga, you fuckin' cheap You'll break your word to leagues That shows your trust is weak How you steal deposits to give your soul food just to fuckin' eat You a take plates without showing ya face like uncle Pete You break your words as a man when your funds is dropping You steal bars and deposits, you a bum with problems Like Paula Patton, I hope you done with robbin' (Robin) 'cause you don't help your team rock, it's a shame Let me explain 'cause you use the trap wrong like Jesse and James The trap was in your corner, motherfucker Bloodsucka Sad leech shit He betrays anyone that hugs the bull (Huxtable), this man Heathcliff They was protecting you, doing mad weak shit Now you just lost your full court, Prez 'cause you fucked up the trap defense Yo, we was scheduled to battle last year, right Got to the event and we heard it was closin' Since we ain't battle, we ain't get paid He was stuck in Jersey, just broken-in So you stayed at my man's crib, and he was servin' you coke-ing I know all about you snorting all them percs up ya nose in I saw him before the battle, he had worried emotions I went to give him daps, and he thought I was Mercy and frozen You say you power forward, but [?] Burstin' a forward My state will make him hurt any moment Jersey Comin' outta nowhere like Surf when he choking Who gave this scary nigga stripes I think he Beetlejuice On Smack, you'll call Murda for problems, did it on TV too But when in Pittsburgh, niggas was gon' jump Murda I could see the proof he was callin' You was unreachable You answered in battles but couldn't when he needed to Let me speak to you 'cause I made observations And me and Bonus be having the same conversations Yo, Bonus I fronted Prez a quarter for five hundred, but this man's a sucka So I'mma need that giant Bronco, so fam is covered We understand each other See, giant Bronco, was me gettin' that quarter back Related [?] Since he lie, he gotta pay ten, see what this man in, brother You got no heart, so like a bench player, don't start Chrome spark Better give interest to them bucks, like a loan shark You lean on me, I'm firin' the old Faculty like Joe Clark I smoke ya weed and won't pass gas like farting not cool Go to his crib and I won't march in like Marvin Nah bull, I'll be a mechanic, in a car with my tool Just waiting for you to come out ya spot like the parking lot full So tell this shallow nigga, don't play in the deep end I'll wave and drop a player like Dre Den' a GM While he grieving, I'll get a MAC And take him to see him That (mourning) morning over when I put a M (AM) to PM Your bitch love to show her ass like her jeans was sagging She a ballhog, I was surprised when I seen her passing And them cheeks I'm smashing I can't believe [?] I had to keep going wild like a Steams reaction You freak skeezer, she a meat eater I call her carnivore Anyone acting rude been stutter, that's what they sorry for Gun in my jeans, saw it pulling my leg like a charley horse So the K9 going through a square like a doggy door I ain't wave my arms all battle, and you ain't see me flex But it wouldn't be me if I ain't do my PG step We wash you filthy niggas, so if you drop dirt My old shooters got chemistry, so crew not Spurs What I got in store, this count (discount), like my coupon work I'll move the steel (still) nigga like You Got Served I'm fat 'cause I'm hungry You starving, you don't eat Closed mouths don't get fed, and pussy, you don't speak Basing a whole battle over size is so weak 'Cause what they call you when you heavy, wait, obese