Snuff Lyrics

[Round 1: Tsu Surf] The very, very, very first thing I heard when I touched down, is Surf, the Midwest grooving That’s something I couldn’t wait for Now I’m thinking blood, mess, toss him in the lake, sure Ice him with the pick, pluck him with the tech, Lord have mercy, another nigga rushing to his death I know, I know, I’m not from here, sound like silly shit, that was a code for a body, let me tell you what it really meant These niggas never understand me, I rap good Lake Shore, Mercy, Rush, them Chicago hospitals, I adapt good The contract said no pat down at the door, Aye Verb I brung it with me I only know the hospitals in case I gotta go, and the 5 niggas that’s coming with me Me and the homies watched you and Cortez for a minute, then we all was sleeping I woulda left scene spic and span, he’s thinkin, but that’s a part of reekin (Puerto rican) What we about, an hour back? Damn where the time go? Now that I’m here, I got the biggest cannon in Chicago You lost to shine, you lost to, you lost every time you in New York You captain marketable of the loser group, lose so much, you gon lose to the shit that I couldn’t use for Mook Chiraq what up? I came on some rider shit Nothing different from the D, except they won't find the shit M and K in the bag, designer shit Gloves, cops gotta kiss a frog to find the prints (prince) I’m the kill whoever type, so ya girl get hurt It sing and lift niggas up, you seen me give Gerald the vert (Gerald Levert) The whole flight over, I just had visions in my head No Sandra Bland, I was tryna picture him dead Kidnap his mother, slit her eyes, nothing to numb the pain Rope her neck, guess the movie, got it? Hunger games Take her to the shore, it’s quiet at the cliff deep, and you hear better Take the jump, or take the pump, definition of peer pressure My big homie said bring the wolves, that fool might try you Them boys cold, I don’t want to send 'em on ya Cold? Pneumonia? That flew (flu) right by you I mean you a buy but, Chicago I’m a bigger sell I was down state in that hole, we couldn’t think of a sicker cell (sickle cell) I ain't into heavy metal, I just got these lyrics in a slipknot Indiana Jones verb, you seen me whip Roc(k) When it comes to crazy, I’m borderline but more than fine, he bring some of his, I’m bringing more of mine Warrin time, kill his seed, no more daddy daughter time Cry, I ain’t Jesus, I ain’t come to war to whine (water wine) Basically, he dyin, and two of his friends dyin, I touch three parts of his circle like a Benz sign Tsu Surf got a ghost writer, that’s what them niggas said right? Well if it is a ghost writer, I swear that nigga dead nice Ain’t you the nigga that got chased around a car? That’s you? Verb let’s play swear to God Ain’t you the nigga that got chased around the car? I don’t wanna hear nothing about how you hold heat Everybody wanna order out, but can’t handle home beef That’s why you always gotta keep a weapon around Now it’s Surf, a body hanging by the car, technical foul All these battle rappers be pussy outside, getting battles and be ready to squirt Now it’s Surf I’m heating the car up, I’m getting ready for work You seen what happen to hitman, imagine what I’ll do to you Oh he a solider? Cool, we’ll let off rounds at his funeral Jersey [Round 1: Aye Verb] I watched all your battles lil nigga, and the consensus was, nigga you kinda basic Sports bars, gunlines, a bunch of amateur shit New York finds amazing Well you in the midwest now lil nigga, look in the crowd You know how many niggas out there been shot, stabbed, locked up, or seen general population? Your gangster shit you can save it, your street talk out here is like general conversation You the most arrogant, average rappin, delusional, case catchin, 90 day shock treatment doin, this execution about to be beautiful Fuck a battle, this a viewin and you the star of the funeral 30 round drum and guess who front row at the musical Either you get can in tune, or get in tune, that’s your decision I’m not here to get vocal with him, blank face I play poker with him, send a missile through him since y’all niggas put a motor in him Big blade, poke it in him, carve a sculpture in him, nigga you a vulture, ghost writers and cultures with him Damn surf, you a cancer, I gotta kill you for the culture nigga This ain’t that other shit, you in the presence of a hard writer, bars like a small rykers Reckless with it, like driving a dodge viper in a storm with torn wipers Like a box of these arms licensed, get boxes these arms licensed Y’all don’t war like us, and there’s more like us, long rifles, more trips y’all make to morgue hype us, this gon be a long nighter Ride down his block with a slow driver, fuck a inf beam, since he a star I’ll strobe light him What you know about being in the trap no lamp but the stove lighter, two hundred for a charge of ghostwriters save you that whole title(?) Heard your Mom is on that dust, I keep that bitch nose whiter, get on the rock like Hov like her I had a deal, you mainstream never, but you’ll work underground like a hole miner, you so minor Let’s not forget, you came in the game dirty with no lineup, now you in the star’s lineup Look at God, look how the stars line up This is how you dissemble a nigga who this assemble to Forty cal extend his roof, chest shot, his inner child gets a window too I will eclipse your hot sun with the winter’s moon All you lil boy ass rappers, I make men of you I’m coal (cold), you gon die mun (diamond) every second I make minerals Coal, diamond, you ain’t in a match nigga, you in a school Word work! You can’t talk crazy to me lil nigga, im from that curb work I sold everything from the Plan B to that herb work Tell Gracie, I’m a burn surf How y’all want him? Urn urf? Load the trey, bring that shit to you, I’m a server I’m a real rider, I don’t signal before I turn surf Murder is only my business, I don’t merger You a lil loc, strapped in the club, you’ll lift your shirt up I’m a G, strap on me, hand the bouncer a G and still let him search us Aye Verb vs Tsu Surf see what the fuss is about You say my name, they send that bread I come put blood in they mouth [Round 2: Tsu Surf] You battled Danny, and you said you shot a gun, standing there grimacing, eyes closed, teeth trembling What kind of shit is that? I just heard voices in my head, picture black, standing stone takin something I wasn’t givin back Anybody can pull a trigger, when you mean it, make the death colder You know, walk up, finish the rest, leftovers After all these years, I figure why this battle shit ain’t feel right Cause they was makin up guns and bodies, I was givin em real life Kill everybody, leave the baby, operation team Weezy Pump straight outta Compton, I can make a sick body seem easy Less of this, and more of these, cause these, real for listening I know y’all wanted Suge, but shotguns ain’t good for distance Three minute rounds, they ain’t book me for a long time, I never had cable, can’t tell you bout no showtime Look at this, getting fucked for money, hook a bitch, Italian fiesta, ain’t seen rounds as good as this Derrick Rose, that just mean I’m going with the mask look, Kevin Durant, I prolly hit 40 on the back foot You battled Grizz Guru and said, first of all you battled Grizz Guru You battled Grizz Guru and said, you shot at your first car at 22, that ain’t what a body bout By the time I was 22, I was a hoe with regrets, ashamed of my body count And these the niggas y’all choose to believe increase the murder rate, then step around the fact that it was him in St. Louis that said that was Hitman across the street shooting the .38 You always got a long ass, drawn out ass story that don’t mean shit Tell us something potent, tell us bout some mean shit Wait who think this bitch’ll pop, I’ll fucking dare her I was around funeral boxes way before fucking Phara I pull up on his street, I’m tryna ef something up S T F, its about that time son (Thompson?), I brought that Harrison, specifically in case this time come You ain’t a warrior, didn’t you already kill this nigga Holla? Gracie called me about the green, I just couldn’t ig a dollar (Iguodala) They say Tsu Surf cold, but all he talk about is hoopin As long as they say, Tsu Surf cold, and why Tsu Surf always put it in code Because either the prosecutor Stephen A Smith, or a motherfucker told I mean think about it, tell me something, what the judge gonna say if I say I pull up with two Melos tryna Steph Curry something I mean, I keep at least about Harden to spray the chrome, send about Lebron, never Westbrook the clip, cuz a nigga gotta make it home And I really gotta believe this nigga spray slugs? I actually fucked up my shoulder to show that K Love You came with somebody? I bet you feel alone when you see this rubber grip Red beam, chrome trim, knee dip in shit Ah man that’s a gold swim(?), this bitch’ll make Gracie come for you whole skip(?) Everybody move, I don’t know who to pop, Maury show That last line made this bitch make Gracie look like Tori Doe Jersey [Round 2: Aye Verb] That was a cold round Surf, I listened to it with so much joy Now you know the difference between battling out here, and battling out here, its no bias If its hot, they gon rock, you heard all that noise Unfortunately, I’m a professional, how I can take your best round, not get rattled and stand with so much poise Cause I know any fucking second I want to, I can separate the men from the boys 3 minute rounds they ain’t book me for a long time, fuck the preview, lets let that beef brew, in 3D too, so its showtime Everybody claim they with the shit until they in a situation Double barrel, ch ch, I will pump up my brother, but I’m not with the nation Ride up, hollow his crib, that’s a renovation Put a couple holes in his roof, extra ventilation It’s consequence from the pen embrace it Behind bars, I make niggas come see you, that’s visitation Pen, behind bars, visitation, that shit was greatness, lets switch the paces IPhones, send the location, hop out, two arms strapped, like a mental patient Open your mouth lil nigga, you know the drill like a dental patient I got his bitch screaming come and get it like dinners waitin Fuck security, I’m from the hood, you know the animals I was raised with? A bunch of niggas goin on that water, that’s a slave ship We on different levels in rap, two different pages Your fans put lines in your head, that’s a wavekick You east coast niggas be tripping with all this blade shit Flash, 8 kick, that put this in the air, that’s a spaceship What’s in your gun closet? .38 and a K clip? When ours be 9s to 5s, that’s the day shift One of your hoes hit me on twitter, said I’m her favourite Said she wanna fuck with you though, something to play with She said her head was out of this world, nothing basic You suck that dirty nigga Surf dick bitch? You can’t even taste it Nigga face it, lil loc you confused, off the dumbest issues I saw you on a picture, with Nipsey, throwing up sixties, but he ain’t chuck it with you 60th street is in California, you from Jersey, dummy lil bitch You out here pumping they shit and you ain't spend a month in they shit How you a neighborhood crip and you ain’t from they neighborhood? Crip I knocked out a nigga from Jersey, in Jersey, come get your neighborhood flipped You want be like that, you gotta be like that, in front of niggas who really like that And that’s a life fact lil nigga, I ain’t write that How dare you try to question my stripes? Where my stripes at? New York boo me? I be like fuck y’all niggas and come right back A warrior, they try take my armour and I still fight back But we gon get right back to this shit, nigga I’ll be right back [Round 3: Tsu Surf] I said I name that mac love, and name that 50 kindness Been talking to Grandma lately, a nigga gotta chill on the violence She said you need to be closer to God, a little more humble, more modest I said Grandma, I can only be honest, I only know how to spread love and kill with kindness If we was in school, I woulda definitely took your lunch cards You don’t want to take the round route see (Rousey), these bitches just punch hard Dressed in all black, outside like a home invader Mac with 50 gigs, I’ll expose his data Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles? Ain’t never get it when he battled, I brought a clip full of Big T battles Ain’t gotta make a sound, y’all know what that sound like That pound might ram his head, give him a sound byte Close ranger, left ear shot don’t sound right I sold to the addicts half my life, I know exactly what they sniff and why Confession, I’m an addict, its just this gunpowder give me a different high I hate when you get to rappin fast, and clappin nines, and saying shit, that don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great, then say some shit that’s woah, wait Verse hitman, that’s just what a real nigga do Cause he was in some shit, you called and got a pass That sound like some a whore would do If I’m tryna run in some shit and my man call for a pass, that’s a audible I hate when you get to rappin fast, and clappin nines, and saying shit, that don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great, then say some shit that’s woah, wait Verse Arsonal, you was spittin hell shit, then you pulled out a gun you had to shoot with the Elvis First I was like woo, then I was like nigga please If he ain’t victor cruz, he won’t dance after six of these Turn it into disco night, I pull it from the pelvis These big two rounds from the arm ain’t Elvis I hate when you get to rappin fast, and clappin nines, and saying shit, that don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great, then say some shit that’s woah, wait Your first shit, vs SB, after that, I wasn’t cool with him Because he said "he’ll duct tape his mouth, turn him around, bend him over and pool stick him", his exact words If that was “In too deep” coulda fooled me, cuz I ain't never ever seen that part in the movie I swear to God, I only did this for the bag, and to tell you in person, suck my dick sucka neighborhood, you a fag And I think you the only 33 year old nigga that take baths I catch him slippin late with both ratchets, while I’m comin with the – I’m outta here man, Jersey [Round 3: Aye Verb] Before I start my last round, I want to give a shouts to Gracie Shouts to gorilla warfare, and this live they gave me I have one purpose in battle rap, and that’s to guard and gatekeep, St. Louis, Detroit and Chicago My job is to guard the middle nigga, I’m the safety Y’all know how I’m known for having a cold third round angle? Well today I don’t have one Lil nigga made me mad, so I just wanna split him in half, so we gon get back to the foul lines, nigga and one This is awkward, y’all through a dolphin, in front of a author (?) straight out of arkham, who mastered this artform The weight off, nigga you upside down like how the arch forms U upside down, nigga you soft porn Ima make it dark for him His first round I thought war, by the second I got bored, now it’s like I’m sippin ciroc throwin darts at a dart board All this drive don’t mean shit when a shooter park on him He don’t even know that he dead, just see the sparks from it Hit the chalk (?) for him, throw the tarp on him, metal his chest, hole in his body, I Tony Stark homie Take the heart from him, brrrrrr, when I get pissed them pistons start drummin Dance words, wait, don’t the pistons start Drummond? If you start something, don’t fire, that bitch big like a large woman Be walkin with his top blew, like Marge comin The Simpsons, every sentence niggas salute like the sarge comin He be barking on them lil niggas, big dog round bitch start mumbling Ima humble him, bring out the humble him, this cocky shit ima crumble it Every nigga that come with him, gon have to comfort him Lyrically, I lay niggas in boxes so comfortable, shit like the comfort inn I’m Godlike, you gon need hymns next time you come in here You a bitch nigga, next time be in heels next time you come out here. There’s ?, Joe Budden responsible for your whole existence He let you move in with him, fuck y’all playing, Mr and Mrs? In the morning you probably kiss him, you cook and he do the dishes He get the bread, take care of the business, buy you gifts and treat you like one of them bitches And as a man, you think it’s welfare you get assistance? Nigga dig this, I was taught to get it myself Nigga you have to, to this day, I be up in the morning, brainstorming with the old heads, eating white castles You a handout ass nigga, that’s why you can’t stand out ass nigga After me there’s no more matches, you in front of the last nigga We used to laugh at ya, not laugh with ya, ask math nigga You had on bell bottom pants and a shirt with shoulder pads nigga Now you acting like you hardball, nigga you a cornball See all you new fan niggas, we knew him before y’all Let me morph y’all, no more chasing you bitches, I don’t torch dog Y’all take the trip, I taught y’all, I’m in my rocking chair Don’t make me get off that porch dog, cause if I answer, ima let it ring on you, nigga thats your call Bitch I’m so with the shit, I need more stalls No running, one man with a stick, who up for court ball Aye Verb vs Tsu Surf see what the fuss is about We are not in New York, y’all know what happen, I put blood in they mouth