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I said Carolina what's happenin'?
Let's eat
They got Swamp on Summer Madness
Y'all wanna know what's gon' happen, well let's see
Catch a dinner set
While y'all feastin' I'ma show this b*t*h a** n***a
(I'm the same  n***a in real life that I am on the internet!)
I said first off, f**k that tournament and them judges
Everybody know a n***a had the best two rounds
Had Houston in front of Lil' Flip thinkin' it was 'Game Over'
And even J. Prince Jr said I got finessed two times (2Tymes)
I heard you been lookin' for that T.I. soundin' muthaf**ka
Now you get to see what happen when you find it b*t*h
Deuce deuce in the boot and even yoooou can receive a T.I.P. from  some Tiny sh*t
B*t*h I'm finna got loco in this b*t*h
I'm talkin' straight postal in this b*t*h
Y'all ain't never got that dumped by your old lady?
CashApp her some money and she send it back?
You know goddamn well it's over for this b*t*h
You got a lotta dirty laundry out there in the streets
But I ain't gon' sit here and act like I know the man
But I damn sure ain't gon' act like it ain't a few things that I owe the fans
Ain't no way in the f**k you gon' convince me you know the difference and can eyeball a gram
When b*t*h you didn't even know the difference in how to eyeball a man
You and yo' n***as? A** and t***
I can tell anyone of my n***as, "Pa** the Glock"
Then Roc get (rocket) lifted by somethin' like an astronaut
I don't give a f**k about yo' sexual preference muthaf**ka
It's The Flintstones, ain't nobody surprised to hear about Fred smashin' Roc(k)
You a rap b*t*h
Them big a** hats represent all of that cap sh*t
But the problem is, y'all make that n***a think that's cool cause y'all accept that sh*t
Like y'all remember how hype he was on stage when John John threw that chain?
Only to find out this n***a jewelry ain't amount to jack (Jakk) sh*t
Listen, I got too many killers in this muthaf**ka, you better watch how you look in the spot
F**k around catch a jab, uppercut, or a hook in the spot
What y'all want me to talk about? Pushin' the Roc(k) or cookin' the Roc(k)?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
When this the type of muthaf**ka that really know if Bow Wow got some good pu**y or not?
N***a you got me f**ked up
For you, I'm on some ruthless sh*t, somebody daughter can get shot
A8 is what The Transporter flippin' out
I started to catch you at your hotel room, by the pool
Beat you the f**k up, you know, water whippin' Roc(k)
I'm real as it get b*t*h
{fake chokes}

Nah, nah, nah
I'm real as it get b*t*h, the only thing I'm f**kin' up tonight is this b*t*h
This Swamp, you not prepared for this
I'm airin' clips
Try me, I dare a b*t*h
He thought he was f**kin' with a G
'Til it turn to Jimmy Butler with the Heat
And outta nowhere he dreadin' sh*t
You play stupid you gon' see a can' dump
First this n***a body drop, then his man slumped
Even in Edgewood on his own block gettin' murked
His dog, rockin' (Roc(k)) in a shirt, like And1
I don't give a f**k about that tournament, this n***a finna get the best Swamp
Hit this n***a upper torso then get Chess (chest) shot
Pull over after Eazy pa** (Easypa**) like a rest stop
Surf won't make it to his mama crib before he get stretched out
And as far as this goofy, that sh*t just like hoopin'
This ain't the first time the ball been in my court and I had to check Roc(k)
I know you think this sh*t sweet but don't try it n***a
It's too many mothaf**kas in here ready to start a riot n***a
I've been that little muthaf**ka, throwin' rocks at giants
David and Goliath n***a
Y'all gon' have to help Roc
This heater will melt Roc(k) for thinkin' he a liver (lava) n***a
I know y'all muthaf**kas be thinkin' y'all great, but I'm one
I knew what the f**k was gon' happen when the time come
A better representation of the south, they not gon' find one
And the fact that you still wanna battle me after T-Top and Twork let's me know them muthaf**kas ain't get the job done
I got tired of hearin' 'bout, "Swamp. You got Tay Roc on Summer Madness."
Duh b*t*h, I was warned
That ain't sh*t compared to my life, n***a I was scorned the minute I was born
The streets/basketball, in-between the two I was torn
So rap about me huntin' and eatin' raccoons, but don't forget the fact I'll take the head off a bat like Ozzy Osbourne
Nitty said that to me. N***as don't watch battle rap?

N***a, shut the f**k up
Shut the f**k up
Shut the f**k up
Shut the f**k up
I'm finna commit a crime on this stage
I know you took your time and crafted every line on page (Paige)
But I'm losin' my mind on stage
The shotgun {gun c*cks} BOOM
Get him lookin' like Ginuwine on stage
N***a talk "Swamptown that" and "Swamptown this"
Until a n***a gotta stand in front of this Swamptown sh*t
Rap n***a

AYOOOOO!
I'ma f**k you up n***a

Ayo, you let me down in that tournament n***a, what's up wit' that?
Had 100K on the line versus JC and he fumbled that
Y'all f**k wit' that?
Right
If he come with three rounds tonight then y'all lettin' me know I'm more important than
Them 100 racks!
You better come to rap n***a!
(You bout to die boy. I'm sorry. You're 'bout to die. I'm tellin' you. He's about to die.)
You better come to rap like them other n***as that tried to
Your name's "Swamp" and ain't get a call for New Orleans and they was battlin' by you (Bayou)
I'ma fry you pu**y!
Swamp to me, no comp' to me
You bein' the king of anything...comedy
You start wit' me
Human Torch, the fire arm (firearm) wit' me
And this'll break a Bone, Thug, the choir sing in Harmony
Who hard as me?
Have his corn rolls hangin' partially
Face shot, target the bul's eye (bullseye), it's archery
The act of takin' somethin' from someone unlawfully
Boy you will end up in a cast if I commit grand larceny
Honestly, box cutter do you awfully, watch his clothes turn mahogany
Pardon me
(You could never f**k wit' me. You country n***a. You done. This ain't that. This ain't that. This ain't that n***a.)
Do you awfully, watch his clothes turn mahogany
Pardon me
Takin' this? Was an honest mistake
You fraud and you fake
Talk to me nice or your jaw I'ma break
Nothing's impossible, God isn't fake
I can't take a lake in a swamp
Boy but I can toss a Swamp in a lake
Boy I will pull up and leave, whenever you live a wreck
I see a shadow in a window, I'm shootin' a silhouette
Get the picture yet?
Pistol whip him, get his sh*t reset
I'ma have Swamp leakin' from the stick, it's a fishin' net
If I get upset, you gon' see Dracula lift a TEC
And anybody Walking Dead, it bit his neck
I've been a threat
Your chin get checked with all disrespect
You'll end up dead in real life and dead on the internet
Roc: You're done. 1-0. How that 1-0 feel? How that feel? You battlin' me, I'm not them other goofies, n***a. I told you though
I told you though
Swamp: We still got two rounds
Roc: I told you I'm not them n***as
Swamp: We still got two rounds
Roc: And you gon' lose those too n***a
Swamp: We gotta rap two more rounds. We gotta keep rappin'. This is gas. It's gas. It's gas. It's gas
Roc: Right. It's gas but I'm in your state. I'm in your state
Swamp: That do not move me
Roc: Talkin' 'bout gas. Look at him. Emotional

You'll end up dead in real life and dead on the internet
What? You happy cause Charlotte 'bout what? Two hours from you?
Boy this K stutter and get rid of this mark, shaved b***er
Ain't nothin' you say gutter
I told you, if we go to war the boy cookin' (cook in) Swamp; Bobby Boucher mother
You a straight sucka
Big slugs, you catch 'em out the gauge
Shots blast, and leave ya top half without the legs
Or the Louisville swing 'til I'm slappin' out a braid
Ya skull crack, resemble somethin' hatchin' out an egg
A lot of racks that I was paid, was put on this guy head
My Sig' and a hoodie, A Boogie from Highbridge
Rock wigs
Have him stairin', at the back of his eyelids
N***a ain't believe that he would die...but God did
What are you? High, kid?
You don't let your rifle pop
He is talkin' 'bout WWE if he ever said he got T**le shot
This a big gauge, when it flash he get writer's block
This'll flip page (Paige), like the pad with the spiral top
His life'll stop, you'll be restin' in Hell
If I catch him with his b*t*h, ring Ty Shawn bell with the 12
A**a**inate ya
Glock 19, attach a laser
I'll snap and death roll into Swamp, it's an alligator
If we get in a dispute, boy I will get in a coupe
Hit you wit' the whip, you gon' feel like the n***a in Roots
This n***a a goof
I will break a knuckle chippin' ya tooth
Stomp through Swamp
Turn these DR's to fisherman boots!
N***a salute, cause I grind for my spot
Swamps have low elevation, how the f**k you gon' rise over Roc(k)?
This n***a's no comp'
He lost a 100K tournament against a n***a I stomped
It would be more excitin' to see Roc(k) skip over Swamp
Roc, never plays
Today's price, ain't yesterdays
When they want me to bless the stage, the investor pays
Ya chest get caved
Ammo out this Heckler sprays
Tunnel though Swamp, look like the mangroves of the Everglades
You lyin' if you say I'm not with the greats
When everybody in anybody's Mt. Rushmore had Roc(k) in they face
That's round one n***a!

As far as me and South Carolina, we control the block
Got it in a cobra lock
Don't nothin' slide through that muthaf**ka that we don't know about
We even control the ops
My grandma stopped me on the way out the do' she said, "There's some things I wanna pray for your soul about
I'm okay with the reefer and alcohol but I'm tired of people comin' to me sayin' you plan on smokin' Roc(k)."
I'm finna kill you muhf**ka, plain and simple
I ain't here to disguise my plan
When we ride, we slidin', we hop out vans
Keep spinnin', until I'm certain that I got my man
Throw his body off of a bridge, and get rid of the murder weapon
The only time I ever throw Roc(k) and hide my hand
The only thing that been on my mind is homicide
I need to see yo' kids and yo' mama cry
I watched you so long, I even know the car that you like to drive
So if I catch you in that mothaf**ka, you might wanna get outta Dodge
Before I Ram that mothaf**ka in the f**kin' wall like a Charger when your phone 'bout to die
N***a, f**kin' with me? Is death threatenin'
I'm finna run a play on Roc
I'm talkin' take everythang off Roc
Right after I put a K on Roc(k) like I'm spell checkin'
Most you muthaf**kas be pu**y in real life
Y'all don't be on the type of time that I'm on
Roc(k) ain't really worth a f**k; rhinestone
You 'bout as fake as them diamonds
And this is the south, a .50 cal', the entry wound look the size of a pinecone
If you got me losin' tonight, then you buggin'
This dude frontin'
We done seen him in too many situations that he should've popped off and ain't do nothin'
F**k a gun, Roc(k) to sleep, snooze b***on
If I pull up and hop out, he haul a**
I'm like, "Not the Gun Bar King. Why the f**k is dude runnin'?"
On God he (Gotti) tried to run up a tree and hide
The bulldog went from chasin' a chicken to 'coon huntin'
You can't kill me

{Tay Roc smiles}....coon huntin'....

You can't kill me muthaf**ka, my soul gone
They just mad I got this battle rap sh*t in a chokehold
Different colored tips will leave him iced; snow cone
Tell yo' b*t*h, "Get the f**k out the way", I smoke hoes
F**k you and that interview with DNA
Headshot that muthaf**ka then hit Roc(k) bottom and leave 'em Stone Cold
Listen muthaf**ka, you've got to go
I will let a Glock explode
Pull up, Stop & Go
Y'all finna see Roc(k) get smoked
Stem, Backwood, Fronto, Optimo
Mercury tips, his top explode
Then spin the block with drums and guitars, hittin' licks, Roc(k) & Roll
Talkin' 'bout he gon' pull up
I bet the coroner, this b*t*h a goner
The led spit, his body drop, I'm hoppin' out, give him that, "is he dead" kick
Stood over the body like, "Look at you now you little dead b*t*h"
Them seatbelts not gettin' buckled but your legs did
N***a I'm here to protest
I've done been up and down the whole east coast and still had to go west
No sweat
This ain't sh*t but another stop in the road test
But for this one, I stole my mom dukes pistol, ask me why
(Why?!)
Cause you know they always said knows best

Roc talking to the crowd
{Jamaican accent}
Mon out here eatin' shredded raccoon platters
Him into some wild tings
Nah, f**k is goin' on in the Carolinas?
Ain't no Buffalo Wild Wings?

Why you eatin' raccoons my n***a?

{The crowd starts to boo Tay Roc}

Aye! Now y'all got me mad. Now y'all got me mad. Aight. Oh, so y'all all eat that sh*t. Aight. My fault. I didn't know y'all all eat that sh*t. My bad. We don't eat that sh*t where I'm from. Aye Bizzy, you eat that sh*t? Buggin' n***a

F**k is goin' on in the Carolinas?
Ain't no Buffalo Wild Wings?
How you feed that to ya kids?
Open with pride?
Filthy animal
I should black both of ya eyes
Like raccoons trippin', as if I done had shrooms
Pistol whip 'em 'til the b*** red; baboon
Stab through him-

{The crowd starts to boo again}

Shhhhh. Nah. Nah. Nah. Nah. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! Hold on! Hold on! Pistol whip him. Shhhhh. Nah, nah, nah, nah. I'm not rappin' 'til y'all shut the f**k up. I promise. I will not rap 'til y'all shut the f**k up. I swear to God. I swear to God, I won't say sh*t to y'all. On my kids. I won't say sh*t. Shhhh. I won't say a motherf**kin' word 'til y'all shut up. I saaaaid! I saaaaaid!

Stab through him
He'll end up with broke ribs
They should've booked you versus Danny Myers
For battle of Who Got The Most Kids
You piece of sh*t
You look like you catch animals and keep the sh*t
You play possum with the possums, then kill 'em and eat the sh*t
Eat a d**k
I don't need no clique to stretch you
It'll be me, my b*t*h and Swamp like Shrek 2
This guy a goofy
Inf' beam, red as a shiny ruby
Two Glocks, f**k up The Boondocks; Riley, Huey
When I met you, you act like some kind of groupie
But I been noticed the snake in Swamp, we seen the Anaconda movie

Shhhh. Shut up. Shut up. Y'all got me tight now. Shut up

Who the hottest-

{Crowd starts to boo again}

I like it. I love it. I love it. I love it

But I been noticed the snake in Swamp, we seen the Anaconda movie
Who the hottest? He is not it
I'ma made-

Are y'all gonna shut the f**k up? Who ain't gonna shut the f**k up? Shut the f**k up!
Yo! Who's the hottest? You is not it
I'ma make you a topic
You'll get shot in the face from a Maverick; Luka Dončić
.40, bang on him like Kemp, ain't no way you could block it
Shawn pa** from the glove, the shots? Supersonic
Who you scarin'?
Watch where you starin' 'fore we start flarin'
We ain't sparin'
You on a shirt what they gon' be wearin'
Eagle with the silencer, get to airin'
That's the bird with the big beak for Swamp, sh*t look like a heron
I dare him

{The crowd starts to boo again}

It...it...I can't wait to catch one of y'all n***as. I can't wait

I dare him
Right in his face where the strap get put
And the clip curl look like the hand on Captain Hook
This cat is shook
Play, you gon' see how a casket look
Splash Swamp with the wide nose; it's a platypus
Be brave, end up jumpin' inside of a deep grave
The heat wave
Like it's one of them 100 degree days
They pay n***as like me more, and keep n***as like me paid
He eat raccoon
I'm startin' to think where you're from they ain't freed slaves

{The crowd starts to boo again}

I love it. I love it. I love it. He eats raccoon. And y'all prolly do too. I got it, I got it, I got it

He eat raccoon
I'm startin' to think where you're from they ain't freed slaves-

I will not say another muthaf**kin' word 'til y'all shut up. I will not say another muthaf**kin' word 'til y'all shut up. I will not say another muthaf**kin' word

You seen rage
It must be the coke that ya a** snort
I'ma bad sport
Trigger finger itch, it had warts
Your cash short
You don't know about stamps and a pa**port
You sit in ya living room with ya kids and pa** 'Ports
N***a relax
You the n***a that can't remember ya raps
You claim it's 'cause you been in the trap
Gettin' them stacks
Flippin' them packs
If it's a fact what Swamp sayin'
Hit his grandmother with the bus for that work that Shawn weighin' (Wayan)
I'm beyond playin'
F**k you, if you not my team
It can't get a drink at the bar cause the Glock 19
This Swamp thing, tryin' to stop my green
What I pull out the jean's gray (Jean Grey) with a Cyclop beam
I Storm in, stick on me, Gambit, aim and shoot
Knock his teeth out, he won't be able to save a tooth (Sabretooth)
Afraid of who?
I don't care if ya family backstage
Flip everybody with his last name
'Til I get to the last page (Paige)
The gat sprays

{Tay Roc starts getting some positive reactions from the crowd}

It doesn't even matter

The gat sprays
Hollows from the heat I'ma launch
Hit him
Watch all the blood, flow and stream outta Swamp
The evilest thought
Wish you would get me mad with ya silly a**
My goons waitin', sittin' on Swamp, they Lilli pads
This n***a trash

Shut up don't tell me sh*t

Battlin' you, is some borin' sh*t
You lost 200K in the total of two tournaments?
Unfortunate
Blade to his neck, start forcin' it
Not just one artery, I locate every cord and knit (coordinate)
Get tore and rip
Told him to watch who he warin' wit'
Foreign clip, crescent hangin' from the stick, it's an ornament
You on some sh*t
Get hit with a cannonball when the cannon drawn
Swamp is what we rainin' on, it's the Amazon
This man is gone!
I told him that this ain't what he want from me

Rap n***a

They tried to get me outta there. I got you. I got you. I got you. Got you. Got you. They don't wanna see him lose n***a. Like I told you. They only gon- if they don't want him to die they ain't gon' let him. I was 'bout to kill that n***a. On my kids. They eat raccoon n***a. Ha. Let's get it. You definitely ain't gonna win this one n***a

I wanna ask y'all a couple questions
I said
Y'all wanna know why I'll never be the face of the URL?
I stood on everything I said when I came in the game and I was poppin' sh*t
Stayed loyal to my Swamptown n***as and never joined one of these poppin' cliques
You wanna know why I'll never be the face of the URL?
(Why?)
Like he said, I look at this sh*t as WWE
Fake as f**k, just a check and ain't no fun
Plus, ain't no n***a never took nothin' from around my neck, damn sho' not with no gun
You wanna know why I'll never be the face of the URL?

{The crowd starts booing Swamp}

Aye, I'ma tell you why I'll never be the face of URL
I stayed in my southern roots and made 'em hate that sh*t
I ain't did like nobody else that tried to change they sh*t
So when them mothaf**kas got on live talkin' 'bout "country bumpkin'", "cotton pickin' mothaf**kas", I put it on my back and I embraced that sh*t
The Gun Bar King
Man, stop the sh*t
I really can show you how fast a Glock can spit
I was raised by 'cane and, but never really watched Raising Kanan
But from the one episode I did see, it showed me Roc (Raq) a b*t*h
Aye, but what the f**k happened to the first Cave Gang?
Chef left the kitchen when the stove was hot
He didn't know what to do with a Young Kannon lets me know he prolly don't know how to hold a Glock
It wasn't Ave
You (U) turn when you thought that the road was blocked
So the only way I really know how to make way for the Cave is to put a hole in Roc(k)
But what the f**k happened to Burke Bucs?
I thought that was ya mans
The only thing I ever seen you get that muthaf**ka on URL was Banned
When it came to Chess and Eazy, how the f**k you let Surf in?
Why the f**k don't Bucs get to be around for the big bags, ain't you and Burke kin (Birkin)?
I know that third round, y'all think I'm finna get personal, but I'm really here to rap fool
I got plenty of ways to get at you
I'm talkin' 'bout, you strapped, I'm strapped too
Glock .40 and a MAC too
All wit' me when I attack you
Play stupid, how I'll clap you
Then wait for the body to stiffen up and freeze like, "Roc(k) is that you (statue)"
I know you like to be with yo' b*t*h a lot but what the f**k you think gon' happen if I catch Roc and Caution?
I'ma pop it on him
I move reckless, not with Caution
If I catch you by yourself
I'll dome shot that b*t*h, leave yellow tape on the body, now he literally rockin' (Roc and) Caution
I done did NOME, Volume and now Summer Madness
Stop talkin' to me about some sh*t I ain't done yet
Play wit' me, it'll be Boyz N The Hood how Roc(k) get a gut check
You the one that cuffed a battle rap b*t*h that ain't too many battle rappers that ain't f**k yet
Walk around this muthaf**ka dressed like Dracula
Around a bunch of n***as callin' yo'self "the biggest" and wonder why your character's suspect
N***a you'se a b*t*h
I don't even have to give him the whole Sig' (cig'), he only need a short
F**k Gun T**les
The gun t**les that ever scared me was the ones in police reports
When it come to this battle rap sh*t, I get treated like sh*t, say nothin'
Even though I know my end of the deal gon' always come out short or somethin'
Like I don't pull up with an ankle monitor on, takin' risks like I ain't got to go back to court or somethin'
Then they charge me pennies, then argue about the people I'm tryin' to bring in
Like they don't want me to have some support or somethin'
So Smack, the next time you wanna throw a Gun T**les card, leave me off and take that b*t*h up north or somethin'
This the south
THIS IS THE SOUTH!

Yo, I came in the game, at 21
You was probably in the 12th grade
My first URL was with Suge, we ain't even have a stage
When you first came in the game, you ain't even have no braids
When I was battlin' Tsunami, Swamp ain't even have a wave
You be makin' music and nobody listens
Sh*tty hobby
Think you puttin' out fire and nobody see it; Ricky Bobby
This n***a try me, sic the bulldog on him to sit beside me
Fire these
Turn him Siamese, split a body
If you don't know what's wrong, you who the joke is on
All you do is smoke cigarettes, you eat raccoon and be mowin' lawns
What's goin' on?

{The crowd starts booing}

All you do is smoke cigarettes, you eat raccoon and be mowin' lawns
What's goin' on?
I catch you cuttin' some gra**, this .9 spark
Big machine, you the one I leave blownin' on the sidewalk
My fault, there's just certain sh*t that I'm used to
He gon' use the same angles everybody did and still lose too
But boy that bracelet on ya ankle ain't fashion, whatchu think? It make ya shoes cute?
N***a they was gonna lock you in a cell, inmates was gonna make you kuntnu
F**k you talkin' 'bout?
They got you on GPS so they can find you and detain you
I was hopin' that you ward, I was relyin' on the angle
Chess aimin' at his hip, bang, his thighs gon' dangle
But I'm aimin' at his bracelet, yeah moni-tore (monitor) his ankle
They goin' to find the boy angel
I knew the plan when we landed
They booked it here to try to get this man an advantage
Cannon get slanted
Bring his whole family damage
Put Swamp people on the news, not Animal Planet
Boy my lifestyle my bars, my energy is richer
Takin' a battle from you, won't get me any bigger
Point blank, I ain't missin' me a n***a
I make sure that I connect to Swamp, it's the Mississippi River
Silly n***a
I find out where Tayshawn Paige live
Park, waitin' for him to come out, I stalk they crib
From the rooftop, bomb they wig
That's a sharpshooter on Shawn, like Brett vs. The Heartbreak Kid
You dead
Blade to his neck, his head I'ma saw from him
Let it tear down ya face like you choppin' a raw onion
I don't know who lead you wrong youngin, but the God summoned
And my AMG mode never had an off b***on
This fraud bluffin'
All of that hatin' don't solve nothin'
AR dumpin'
Chop through a tree; Paul Bunyan
Start somethin', sh*t gon' end, with ya skull crushin'
I'll bring a shotgun to Swamp, we hog huntin'
I'ma dog cousin, 'til it's my time to stop
For tryin' Roc, you know what time it is, it's "Get Shot O'clock"
Llama's pop
I spotted the cat, like an ocelot
What you tryin' to box?
This long nose ain't Oswald Cobblepot
The body drop
Hit this man in the hat, his mandible crack
Put you in the same buildin' where the ambulance at
This cannon will clap, this man'll collapse
Or the blade choppin' through Swamp like the boat with the fan on the back
I'm standin' on that
You'll be standin' in a puddle of blood, I've come for the dub
I tried to show you nothin' but love
Now take this L and slug from a snub
Something go through Swamp, it f**k around and get stuck in some mud
I'm done with this scrub
I told him that this ain't what he want from me
Battle rap is not a job, sh*t is fun to me
F**k a scheme, angle, punch, it's 'bout a gun to me
(A gun is the only thing that get the job done for me)
Light bars n***a

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