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I looked him up, the only person that follow him is fags and comedian dudes
Pay attention to how many "tsunami surf" "waves", "C (seas) on his shell" punchlines he use
Everybody got the wake
Soft dude...
First off ugly, I hate you
A coward wouldn't date you
Your father should've beat his d**k, your mother should've ate you
Cause you don't move packs, you don't blam heaters
Just yell, you never rhyme, you whine (wine); sangria
With the pump, hit his front 'til the roof burn
Send the whole car back down the street, that's a U-Turn
He's tryin' to run away, but he can't turn 'round hеre, it's a one way
So we ink him likе a lead pen, let five tear his front alive, that's a dead end
Hollow tip spread disintegrate, spread in ya spleen
I'll burn down, he yell, "Oh" (yellow), you see red for the green
One shot, dope head will get your brick flippin'
TEC automatic, but them choppers? Stick shift
Long aim cause the .9 beam
And it's never evidence, just DNA at the crime scene
Corona Queens?
Pssst
Your hood just quiet, wanna be from the Bronx, well I will put an "O" in your middle just like it
Black mask when I'm steppin', pied piping
First 48 never seen nothin' like it
.9's tat his face cause he looks like Tyson
This the DMV? You're about to get your license
When the Goons lurk, you don't get love n***a
On every b*t*h heels you an ug' (Ugg) n***a
These arms spread wide, get a hug n***a
For running with the pork chop you'll get that hole dug n***a
And all that funny aggression will get ya man shot
Call me an a**hole one more time and watch my hand c*ck (Hanc*ck)
His sister get crazy, she'll freak when I beat her
Never eat her my mayonnaise on her patty after I skeet her
He was adopted by crackers, his mother loved big black d**k
This ain't a movie, nothing Precious about this big black sh*t
I already heard you're feminine
Sexually cake for the cream you are into men
And you take it in your crimping
Get around (a round) like an oval, like donut sticks in ya donut hole while you yodel
Wait, how Queen Latifah say it? "So you're local"
If you was a mailman you wouldn't go postal
For the Jazz, we keep the shooters we go
I'm Malone, I'm working with that AK Kirilenko
So you can never win you a loser
Two .45's that clip double double Carl' Boozer
Where ever you is I bring the opposite flag on ya block
You in the league, but for nothing, Ostertag on the block
See every other battle, you was ballin' you was scorin'
And get here and get them dreams crushed; Mike Jordan
That whole GrindTime team, bring 'em all over
Cause they good over there but Byron Russell with the crossover
And in the clutch they be countin' on the best
You see that smoke then you feel like there a mountain on ya chest
You got a sandpaper swag
Me? I'm a smooth guy with better stats
So I still win if you tie (Utah)
Will Smith playing Mohammad, you actin' in the ring
Watch your whole body, I'm Mr. Fantastic with The Thing
You got a face like a Martian, a mouth like a baby seal
Try and surf and ya mama gonna get the news from a Navy Seal
{Time gets called}

I figured I'd teach him a lesson, and make him earn respect
I give him props though
Cause he's the first Tsunami that surf's the net
I used to think, "Why his trigger's never bust?" Then I came up with one conclusion
Your jack's got bad internet connection, they got trouble shootin' (troubleshooting)
But not me though, I get the beam and start grippin' the mag
And boy the way these guns pop up, you would think they internet ads
So once I give out the word and I tell the shooters
Well y'all gon' watch him freeze up like Dell computers
If your mom knew you were Crip, she would beat yo' a**
And boy as your dad, I'ma rest in peace ya flag
Soon as you act up, I guarantee you I'll heat the mag
And have your whole team resemble a slumber party cause I'ma make you all sleep in bags
As far as a hustler, y'all never see dude on the strip
He Mike D'antoni, he don't know what to do with them (K)nicks
I chop the white like David Lee, then I'm pursuing it quick
You'll feel like Patrick, that's cool, now you in (Ewing) some sh*t
My name is something you should never mention Aak
Cause I'll shoot you in ya neck and ya chest will drop
I swear to God I'll f**k you up if you disrespect my block
Cause my hood is loyal and they'll cookin' all you (oil) once this Wesson pop
I'm so nice, I'm so cool, I'm so clean wit' it
New hat, new shirt, new jeans and a new fitted
Them dirty bums, that razor beard, they call it "Dirty Jersey" cause you in it
You and Magic Johnson both had Ill, he handled it, you didn't
I'ma fool with it, I'ma push his frame back until it's reclinable
They should've put this battle on Dash Living cause this a** whippin' is undeniable
I'll roll up to his crib with two shooties, remind me of the Martin show
Cause this time I'm rollin' with two Tommy's
He's Kinkos, once he gets fax scanned and his goons copy
And I mean there's all type of Waves, but for some type of reason these bullets wanna Surf in Tsunami
Now from your last battle I done seen this n***a with bad attire
You a fag, I n***a I done seen trash this flier
If it's beef, you would never hold the Magnum liar
You a baby with the heat, you'll past the fire (pacifier)
But not me though, I swear to God none of you n***as doubt it
If swag was a new change of clothes then I got on a different outfit
I'm the realest, everything I spit I live about it
Will Smith gadget and boy once I flash it forget about it
He a Giant, I'ma make him Jet with this wild noise
Soon as your Saints come marching in they gettin' greeted with this cal' boy (Cowboy)
Arsonal used to run ya state, but now he makin' rap songs
And come to think about it, I never thought he was that strong
But since he left and you runnin' the city and his a** gone
Even though you tryin' often, you Michael Jordan, you ain't never puttin' Jersey back on
Round one it's gettin' hot in here
And y'all know my slogan
(Get him the f**k outta here!)
No! Get his hat the f**k outta here
Get his raps the f**k outta here
Get his team the f**k outta here
Get them jeans the f**k outta here
Get his gear the f**k outta here
Get that beard the f**k outta here
Smack if you got any cyber security get him the f**k outta here!!
What's up!? What's up?! What's up?!
So if ain't nobody home, I squat with that chrome, eat my Snicker
While I wait, contemplate if I should go straight Boston Strangler or DC Sniper
Get comfortable, I got nothing on my hands but time, I'm a lifer
See his moms car lights pull up, aw sh*t
Gloves, check
Scalpel, check
Mask from Saw 6
Hop out the bushes, burn down, no hesitation
Somebody dyin', gettin' straight to the point period, so exclamation
Pay close attention, the whole plots thickening
Call his grandmother
"Hello"
BOOM! Law Abiding Citizen
Add me, subtract him, death is the equivalent
I'm shots of gasoline straight, you margarita cinnamon
This banana clip spread long when I'm peelin' him
Get rid of him
The only person that could possibly find the remains is Gillian
I know he don't shoot cause he got gum in his mouth and barely pop that
Cops find him, but won't identify him by his teeth cause he barely got that
You got a .22 snub flow, I'm strapped with an Uzi
The last four bars was a commercial, now back to the movie
Call him up, "Yo Eric I need paper."
Then put the phone on speaker, grab his mom by the trachea
Then take my time as I grind her face on the cheese grater
He come home his sister neck hooked to the sink, by a chain
Tape recorder on the counter, he press play, "Let's play a game."
Now your mom's downstairs with a bear trap around her head
The key in ya sister belly
Scalpel, you got five minutes to get it out or mommy is dead
Aye Miles, I advise he find a knife up in this motherf**ka
Cause somebody gon' lose they life up in this motherf**ka
When I come through, destruction, believe me
Cops like, "We got a murder in Queens. Looks like we're gonna need a dustpan and a squeegee."
All them pumpkin seed raps will get you a cracked shell and a pair of 'Pretty Wings' cause I play with the MACs well (Maxwell)
Switch blades then his gums hang
All red when you see Tsu, whoo (Soo Woo) like the Blood gang
He asked me, "What's crackin'?"
But we had on the same hat so I clapped him
'Fore I screamed "Caliente", it's Latin
For the karats (carrots) I'll kill this silly rabbit
You'll get your whole lane split when I bang on ya
I hope that thang on ya cause I'ma burn down to keep pullin'
And pullin'
And pullin' like I'm a motherf**kin' chain smoker
Look like you snitch, like you got that pork in ya
I'll pull up, give his top ten; SportsCenter
{SportsCenter theme}
It's the sport cast
The number one freshman in URL against DNA's dork a**
Never been a shooter, a for sure pa**
A member of the support cast
Cortez take most of the shots, but most of 'em bricks
Him and NuBorn roll playin' settin' most of the picks
Nerd!
I don't know what them n***as in NY see (NYC)
I stroll through the Hollis Tunnel and find where them n***as in NY be (NYB)
Bunch of ducks in the school, suckas in the cla**
I'm amazing with the numbers, so I f**ks with Math
But y'all n***as, them small n***as
That get a piece of a part of a piece of a part of a small figure
If he do a lot of talkin' he gon' do a little dyin'
{Time gets called}

Yo, this n***a from Jersey, and in his first second round he mentioned NYC
Did a little segment, you said some sh*t about NYB
He said he good with Math but I gotta make him understand
I'm hot like a fan
I'ma get locked in the chamber (D. Chamberz) for usin' my hands (Hanz)
So now let's be honest my n***a, you don't like the strip
You not good with the work, you don't got dimes or bricks
Even if you from Jersey, you don't even got dimes of piff
And we all know he don't push ki's (keys) cause he ain't into that type of sh*t
And as far as your chick her moves insane and I love booty game
I called her up, an hour later
His cutie came
I bagged her off Twitter, took her to the crib and abused the frame
And her pu**y was like a pa**word, cause I stuck my log in (login) with no username
It took her days, weeks, months, years after
And finally after listening to my music she discovered I was a real player
See, he act like he brave as hell, but there's nothin' that this herb start
You pu**y, if your first name was Dale you couldn't earn heart (Earnhardt)
And if you really want drama, battling me is the wrong move dunny
And for takin' D light (Delight), well that's something I wouldn't do sonny (Sunny)
See he gon' front like he gangsta, he ready to put up a good fight
But n***a you Kanye West, you a Good kid, livin' a Good life
He ain't ready for combat, he ain't ready for this hood type
But when that TEC blow, you gon' resemble Death Row
Cause today ain't gon' be you or Suge's (K)night
See, just when y'all thought it was safe, ready to call it quits
I started thinkin' like Hollow Da Don and got on my torture sh*t
I wish that your mother's head gets caught on fire and burn in flames
And when you come out to help her, you get stuck in a category five hurricane
Then I wish ya dad get stuck in a tornado on ya birthday
And when he tries to escape, his legs get stuck in the equator from an earthquake
Then I hope that ya sister on a bus wait for her ride home
Gets thrown 60 feet in the air from a ma**ive cyclone
Then I'll kidnap them all, take 'em to the ocean where the current will move properly
Wait for the biggest storm and drown your whole family in a tsunami
See I'ma have Tsu dyin' once this .9 clap
And in the casket is where he'll be lyin' (lion) for thinkin' he a wild cat
Now his mother, sister, aunt, niece, they all holdin' they head
Cause your death got something in common with Spiderman
They both gon' be all over the web
I used to think that Tsunami Surf was tough, ready to spark clips
Used to think if it was beef he'll be sellin' them hard bricks
Used to think if it was drama he'll be the first one to start sh*t
Until I found out your real name is Remel Shawn Smith
Aww sh*t
And with that name being saying that I'ma grip and press him
Get the bullets right there to split his section
And have him resemble a rap group once y'all see me give Smith a Wesson (Smif-N-Wessun)
See he think I'm pu**y like I really won't peel sh*t
Oh you think I'm soft you thinkin' I won't shoot you but I Will Smith

I knew it was gon' be a lot of crowd reaction, cause he brought his group
But my Corona Queens b*t*hes gave me the scoop
E'rybody got the [?], e'reybody got the fo', well that's how the story go
Until you bump into somebody that know somebody that they know
Then it's like, "Eric? Psst. He used to sit in front of his cla**
Dirty tees, capris, tube socks to his calves
Kid hyped on his mother. He blame it on his dad
But never say nothing cause every time he open his mouth they laugh."
Pride get tampered with, feelings get hurt
Even when the joke ain't on him he still just smirk
Transformer lunchbox, favorite sport soccer
Only senior lettin' freshman bang his head on the locker
I don't know who tried to shoot 50 or who tried to Flame Waka
But my attempts ain't attempts
So if I bang, flame, I gotcha
Smack him in his neck, clip him while he was walkin'
Had a girl, but his whole hood used to flip her (flipper); dolphin
E'rybody like her a**, she a simile
She ain't even like him, but he helped her in her chemistry
Carry all her books, hold all her bags
Look away from the Bloods, smile at the fags
So why the f**k should I think you got the Glock on?
You a dirty n***a, prolly don't even got socks on
You try and play, I'ma press the stop b***on
First a {gasp} then the shot comin'
Then table, a suit and a box comin'
'Bama, I change your whole state when I Barack somethin'
I YouTubed Eric, all the verses the same
Pay attention to the letters when I smack him through his name
Diss N***a A**, A** N***a Dumb
Do Nothing Aggressive, Aim but Never Drum
Everybody wanna Surf 'til they on the bottom with the creatures
Your last name "St. John"?
Well I put Papa St. John in the oven for the cheese; pizza
I squat and just watch, I got Buddhist monk patience
I see him through the scope, through the window playin' Wii car racin'
Danny Granger with the shot I wait 'til he start pacin'
Then safety down {draws breath}
Then smack across the room like the b*t*h from Smoking Aces
He think he gon' oun me? Shiiit, I ain't Oun P
Cla** over at 3:00 I'm right where his school be
Climb through the window, give Cortez 80
Put NuBorn in a bag I'ma Brenda this Baby
Catch him slippin', one from the Smith &
Dunk his face in that dark brown liquid
I General Tso Chickens
It's BK, anything he want he can have it
Beef with all three? Bring them Whoppers
Triple Decker that casket
He get GrindTime stomped for reppin' with the squad
You try to grind on my time and I'ma turn this into an episode of Scarred
Never been a Memphis Grizzly and you a koala bear
Ambulance gotta scrape him, and when they take him holler "Get him the f**k outta here!"
They don't get paper, he don't got no cheddar
Anything he can do, I can do better
When it blam it go through DNA, then Soul Khan then Conceited
Then I throw it in reverse, wait, let me repeat it
Conceited Khan hit Con's soul with a blam then it hit him
AND!
Modern day Roman, no hood as n***a
He'll prolly run before he pull a** n***a
That Super Soaker on full blast
The n***a chose the pu**y over green...Tiger Wood a** n***a!

{Time gets called}

No!
come through on my Katrina sh*t
beam, no cup he'll lean a bit
Compet**ion long, customize with that Pringle clip

Look, Tsunami Surf said he repped that six, so I make sure I keep my pistol tight
Got goons on each block, they all ready to inf' and snipe
If sh*t go down, everybody in my clique gon' fight
They got me feelin' like Superman but I ain't scared of this Crip tonight (Kryptonite)
My n***as got Fischer Price guns, we call 'em "The big toys that move."
Yeah I know he's a Crip, he hands out with the boys in blue
I find it funny how you work in the prison and you don't got bars
And how you hang out with the boys in blue and you still can't afford to cop cars
If that's the case than we can't believe sh*t that this b*t*h talks
And since he can't afford to cop cars, then that might explain why we always see this Crip walk
But I catch him on his hood on his backstreet
And since I see (sea) food, I deliver him shell as soon as me and this crab meet (meat)
When I first met him, I really ain't have beef with this lame
But when he kept mentioning me like Obama, things proceeded to change
Now when I see him, I'ma put the heat to his frame
Get violent, n***a that TEC silent like the "T" in ya name
You a lil' n***a, you ain't never gon' make big moves
And just cause you gettin' dogged out
That don't make you the sh*t Tsu (shih Tzu)
But I'll creep up to his hood, shoot and slide, let that Ruger fly
All my guns are cohesive with the target, they euthanize
If n***as was ready to kill Surf in the last result was snitchin', and it was do or die
Then the cops will be the first place that Tsu will side (suicide)
See n***as in Newark used to be anemic the way they would hold the iron
They used to pitch the white boy on the rock, like Nolan Ryan
You came to the hood, the murder rate went down and now no one's violent
So you just the n***a known for changin' Jersey like Kobe Bryant
Y'all might not get that though, since y'all doubtin' a great
He gettin' murdered under 24 and he about to get 8 (ate)
If you still don't get that and you doubt me more
Then take Kobe Bryant's old jersey number, minus it with his new number and see I can kill him with the same number as Pau Gasol
As far as my battles, if you combine them then you know the score
I be smashin' 'em
He's Lamar
N***as that owed him (Odom) be f**kin' his b*t*h; Kardashian
I'm always in a Bentley, you in a Chevy mister
And if it's beef I'm known to come through in the clutch like Derek Fischer
So if you want drama then we can play y'all sets
I'm Ron, now I show you who this AR test (Artest)
Surf I admit you wild but don't kill
And as far as luck, how you jack as style we don't feel?
GrindTime's street-
I said SMACK's street and GrindTime is for the nerds
Since I did Oun P backwards
I figured since you Crip I kill him with six letter words

{Time gets called}

Awwww sh*t!

{the crowd wants DNA to keep going. Surf argues that he went over the time limit in the 1st round, but he didn't so Smack let's DNA get his bars off.}

Look, a cypher and a cosign got him cameos on the camera
There's no chance in this combat you surviving this cancer
It's common this coward would wind up in the casket with his fam' lightin' a candle
Cause your career can't stand a Cannon bringing your show to a cancel
He think he cutout to rep them-
It's over!
Get him the f**k outta here!

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