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Joe vs. Born
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Yo, y’hear me? We good? We good? Richmond, what up? We good!? I said, leading up to this battle, you had a lot to say b*t*h, you ‘bout to die today! Play wit’ me, a Glock’ll spray I’ll put a grip to the back of NuBorn (newborn) head like I’m holdin’ a baby the proper way! You’ll get drug ‘til you see the light I gave him a ounce of hope Double-barrel, so the (soda) pop comin’ out clear like the fountain broke Dome shot! I ice cats, just to sum it (summit) up like a mountain slope Oh, the vet get a shot? Well, dog gotta flee (flea) if I pull somethin’ out the coat I’m ‘bout to smoke I was on the bus with somethin’ tucked, thе large heater A f**kin’ Bulldog, on thе Greyhound: I’m a dog breeder Now I’ll admit you can spit, but you arrogant, thinkin’ you a lot better So for that, it’s good riddance (writtens) to a primadonna (Madonna) like a Pac letter The Glock stretch him Lonzo: he felt the pops’ pressure A shot soared (sword) across his chest like Brock Lesnar! Brand-new Desert Eagle, out the box I picked it up right away so it’s not confusin’ And took the plastic off the bird nose: I’m tryna stop pollution Or I can pick up the old pistol, shot through the vertebrae Up wit’ the murder rate No bullsh*t, this Jordan on the Wizards: you gotta deal wit’ the rusty .38 Which reminds me, you lost your Shine, and your hype, man: you got Rex’s vision I’m the next to kill him A chopper come out the back, give him extra wisdom Or I can make him a special victim, wit’ a long blade From across the room spear it (spirit) through the body like an exorcism! I know your kind, you chase all these big-name battles just tryna get notarized Ain’t you face, like, half of Writer’s Bloque? Yeah, then it was chokin’ time They left you immobilized You get the point? When you go against the Bloque (block), you ‘posed to rise (posterize) Dopest Minds, we punch on the way to the punch I don’t got filler I’m a setup GOAT...like Pac’s killer f**k you and who rock wit’ ya I’ll prove you’re not killas You’ll see blood runnin’ down chins like Godzilla But he beatin’ me? I’m not impressed He’ll be scared of what’s in the shotgun like a driver’s test Or put two .5s in the air: “I confess!” Annabelle: if this little b*t*h toy wit’ me, he’ll die from what I possess I’m the best Get rocked wit’ fists! Ironic if I steal on you, I’ll (k)not your sh*t Wait, let me guess, he came with some race angles - stop it, b*t*h I’m white and bear arms: we polar opposites All them long tales (tails) ‘bout you dumpin’? Croc(k) of sh*t! I’ll let a bullet zoom into your face like I cropped the pic Mini Wesson tucked, the handle taped like a hockey stick I’mma pop...and raise this black baby like I adopted it! I’ll make your chest (Chess) open up wit’ a round like, “We still Cakin’ the f**k up” A whole team links wit’ the stick, like we makin’ a nunchuck Makin’ the gun bust Tempur-Pedic mattress: if we get it jumpin’ on this side, you ain’t wakin’ the f**k up! The f**k’s up!? The chop’ loaded That’s a auto tuned (AutoTune) wit’ 16s like a Future verse Walk up, I’ll (aisle) pop up wit’ the blazer like a suit in church A few disperse Reach for yours, we shootin’ first So move a muscle, we start clappin’: Mr. Universe! These rappers love talkin’ ‘bout their silencers I’d rather let the sh*t go “BOW!” The gun made a ultra sound (ultrasound): I bet NuBorn (newborn) get the picture now! STOP PLAYIN’ WIT’ ME, dawg! Let’s go! STOP PLAYIN’ WIT’ ME, dawg! BOW! A body shot’ll have this lil’ b*t*h delirious! The bullet hit Born dead in the stomach like a miscarraige I’m the sickest, period Dopest Minds, man
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