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Rum Nitty vs. Nunn Nunn
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Ayy, this .40 a lighter It’s gon’ be a funeral service: totally quiet Before they put him in the dirt first, it’s gon’ sound like a Twork verse… moment of silence B*t*h you done done We got Rum muthaf**kin’ Nitty vers’ Lance, a.k.a. Nunn Nunn Off the rip, believe he dyin’ Clean sweep, three-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin’ They say the Alien be sittin’ on bars, like E.T. ridin’ Just one round and nothin’ else for this bum You gotta think, if I’m top rank, why would I give a second to Nunn (none) Weapon’ll dump, stick is out Lеt it off, don’t even stick around But in the bag, thе way Nunn (none) left, soon as I emptied out B*t*h get out You finna get killed this evenin’ All I need for you is to give a reason The steel, I squeeze it Put it right up top by yo’ (bio) sh*t, soon as you try to click, you gon’ find out we’re delinquent (where the link went) Killer season You b*t*h made I swing and your chin break You gon’ line it up wit’ who? You wouldn’t even attempt (a temp) fade Big trays You gon’ see the heat blast When he pa**, they gon’ slide on the repa** I ain’t even pay ‘em to kill yo’ weak a** On the strength of me, they gon’ put in work anywhere… for free, Lance (freelance) He trash I’m finna do a faggot dirty Get low, ‘bout to clap the .30 Squat, push up, jump out: that’s a burpee ‘Matic burstin’ Accurate, perfect The bucks he caught in (cotton) his head: it’s taxidermy We be thirsty N***a f**k yo’ battle rap group and n***a f**k yo’ life Cuz the type that’ll really chuck ‘em, right? I mean we scrap, so don’t give no feedback (feed back), or I’ma give Hunger strikes Nothin’ nice You finna get smoked, y’all think this n***a lit, bro? Whole career a f**kin’ joke, even spell his name wit’ a N-U-N though (innuendo) Big fo’s I get to shootin’ ‘til you hear that sound when it empty, fam' *Click, click* it’s like I’m this n***a fan I see Nunn Nunn, I click; I’m a simple man in the van We really strapped for war I’ll clap the boy You bring yo’ b*t*h witchu on stage too (2), Nunn, I’ll give her a** a 4 (ASA IV) That was hard Somethin’ you’ll prolly get later Inf’ laser I slide up and point if I get the Temptation Won’t take long, just sit patient I’m finna drop Nunn (none) in no time, like a bench player Sh*t crazy If I hear you the man in yo’ town, we in yo’ crib like, “Where the money?” Ransackin’ yo’ house Tell the truth or it’s about to go down Last try, Lance lied (Landslide) and caught a Calicoe round Tool shoot Point blank, moonroof They say, “Finish him”, I’m fin’ to So the bullets that go in you, end you (N-U-N-U): that’s Nunu Remove dude Wilson, North Carolina where this n***a stay Liftin’ Ks He not there, we gon’ slide a different day Goin’ back to Wilson, like the NBA This n***a fake I gotta get rid of another problem Blade cut him properly You’ll see his buck 50 split: that’s Rum and Gotti Who wanna try me? You gon’ get yo’ a** kicked They gon’ say you lost on the internet, fans quit They might demote him (the modem), I’m not the one he should be on BANNED with (bandwidth) Strap lift You want war, try me Y’all think he’ll win if the boy fight me? Stomp him out: give Nunn Chucks (num-chuks), and that’s more likely (like Lee) Grimy You can’t keep it real yourself N***a suicide or I do the job, you decide I said I ain’t wit’ the flexin’ or the disrespectin’ It’s only one round, you can’t give a second- b*t*h you shouldn’t’ve gave Nunn a second Let’s get it started I ain’t here to burst your bubble Ayy, what you say, you gon’ make Hunger strike?- Now your fam’ in (famine) trouble Let’s get it started I smoke way too much to let this hash out You’ll get picked off by the coroner (corner) you take a bad route They gave me a contract for the star player, I brought the MACs (max) out Since I done had too much of Rum, I’m ‘bout to black out (blackout) I’m from the bottom When the drama poppin’, we knockin’ Soon as the pin droppin’ ‘Cause the perks (Percs) to gettin’ the Addy, you gotta peel (pill) problems I will drop him Before a b*t*h actually beat me You see me smokin’ the hoes (smoke in a hose) like Roach in the back of Pinky’s Be [?] to greet me You ain’t robbin’ Nunn (none) ‘Cause my job: huntin’, like I ain’t got one Hold up Your do’ up, your [?] firin’ One loud noise’ll stop all your bread risin’ Hope you left cryin’ Broke, in debt, tryin’ ‘Til you a**ed out in the street, like Rex fightin’ When he writin’, it’s punch after punch, that’s what he on I learned all that punchin’ will lead to a death from King Von This a tattletale that’ll tell that we been on For that, I got a Midnight Madness tat: the double M drawn Y’all gon’ say Rum and Geech’ the GOATs, heh They ain’t cold as me And y’all should be missin’ teeth for hypin’ ‘em like he Royalty Oh, this is old to me I’m out for Blood, nah I ain’t gang But we might really be ops, ‘cause (cuz) this shot Insane I can tell you frail and a f**kin’ lame For three minutes, I’ma yell (Yale) vers’ Cornell, like a Ivy League game It’s mapped out, please believe Too late to flag staff (Flagstaff) or make a scene If you strapped too, son (Tucson), this Desert’ll squeeze You won’t make it outta Phoenix, if I make a mess of (Mesa) AZ Is you crazy Ayy Yeah, I punch too sometimes Ayy, ayyyy I lift up one .9 like I’m f**kin’ up a perfect score I ruin everything you workin’ for Should I rob him, kill him? What hurts more? No one’s rich in a casket when the dirt pour (poor) Ayoooo I said what in the punchity-punch is wrong witcho stupid a** It’ll take one big counterpunch to do you Superbad I open his cerebellum, let his wig flap And since you like 5’5” (55), I give this Crip MACs Y’all got me f**ked up Said “Nunn can’t rap wit’ Rum”, until he punch drunk Get your head out the clouds, ain’t no right side to this silver linin’ you up They gave a Nunn (nun) a shot at whoo! Am I backslidin’ or what? I don’t know if you deaf to death, or think it won’t happen But you’ll see what I’m sayin’ when R.I.P. on a shirt: your clothes (closed) caption Is you actively usin’ or maneuverin’ packs? I give a f**k if you shootin’ or scrap I’m a dermatologist: if it get under my skin, I got a solution for that On my soul You want this fire to stop? Drop it and roll This’ll go from Kings vs. Queens: Smack and (smackin’) these hoes To havin’ to iron every- I punch too I punch too It’ll go from Kings vs. Queens: Smack and (smackin’) these hoes To havin’ to iron everything out because I never fold I ain’t st- st- stutter You get whipped smooth as b***er The morgue’ll lay me on a slab before I’m cookie cutter I get the drop, then it’s what you got, I know you heard us I need everything, from the weed to the whitest white, like Anderson Burrus This is murderous All this punchlinin’ ‘bout a b*t*h I put my fist in your wife pu**y, punchlinin’ up out a b*t*h You prolly burn when you p*ss, you got a STD and you stressed out Moral of the story is: if it’s any b*t*h toppin’ (Top and) Nitty, get yourself checked out I feel like Lloyd Banks: droppin’ a punchline king Ayy, why you claim that crown? I don’t care what gang you 'round When they booked me and you, I told Terrance Pew, “All I see, P (ICP), is a Insane Clown” A f**kin’ rat what he gotta be Honestly Type to be at the precinct, holdin’ the line up like he playin’ the lottery And honestly, they ain’t gon’ catch this next bar, but I bet the South goin’ dumb ‘Cause we don’t f**k wit’ Rum, we be off that water, we like to stomp hoes (stump hole) where I’m from It’s Nunn, man Thank you, bro Thank you
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